[It isn't the response Rin wants to hear because it only leaves his question hanging, but he exercises patience and as the last bit of sun disappears over the horizon and leaves the foyer dark and cold, he unconsciously shivers and hopes Haru won't notice. He's never felt out of place around Haru. Not really. He's never had an issue being comfortable even from the moment they first met. But– Something about this isn't right. It's not constant and unchanging like Haru is. It's not what Rin's used to seeing.
It's strange and new and he doesn't know what to do with it.
His eyes fall on one of the floorboards at their feet as if there's something particularly interesting in it and despite his uncertainty, Rin still manages to click his tongue and speak.]
I'm fine! (and pshhhh don't worry about it; I love drama so much)
It's strange and new and he doesn't know what to do with it.
His eyes fall on one of the floorboards at their feet as if there's something particularly interesting in it and despite his uncertainty, Rin still manages to click his tongue and speak.]
... Spit it out already.