[ Needless to say, Allen also cuts himself off when Shouyo's eyes snap so wide so suddenly with a sharp breath, the words dying on his lips before he can even get them out. But that isn't... it isn't surprising to you that he feels that way too, is it? When Shouto was the one who first brought him home with him, whose very offer of that while he was recovering, said with such a rare and wonderful smile... Did you really not suspect he felt that way too? After everything he just said?
But he's swept up before he can say anything or do anything more than reach in concern at feeling the water suddenly heat up, and dumped unceremoniously over the side. ]
Wah—! [ Ow. The floor is hard and cold...
—but the tub is like a radiator with the waves of heat coming off it, and Allen scrambles back up to his knees immediately with an internal swear. He wanted to help him but just made him lose control again... ]
Shouto! [ It's alarmed, and he reaches out despite the bubbling water and waves of heat without a second thought. Left hand, the one that can't be hurt by that, although that doesn't mean everything doesn't still feel uncomfortably hot. To card his plated fingers gently through his hair, because that had seemed to help him last time. ]
It's okay! It's okay... What— [ Are you... are those-- tears? His mind scrambles, trying to kick into gear and latch onto the problem. This isn't about what's wrong, but... Clutching at his chest so tightly, folded in, like he's trying to suppress it-- ]
...talk to me. [ It's softer and he hovers, anxious, as closely as he can without burning himself on the ceramic. Keeps running his fingers soothingly through his hair. ]
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But he's swept up before he can say anything or do anything more than reach in concern at feeling the water suddenly heat up, and dumped unceremoniously over the side. ]
Wah—! [ Ow. The floor is hard and cold...
—but the tub is like a radiator with the waves of heat coming off it, and Allen scrambles back up to his knees immediately with an internal swear. He wanted to help him but just made him lose control again... ]
Shouto! [ It's alarmed, and he reaches out despite the bubbling water and waves of heat without a second thought. Left hand, the one that can't be hurt by that, although that doesn't mean everything doesn't still feel uncomfortably hot. To card his plated fingers gently through his hair, because that had seemed to help him last time. ]
It's okay! It's okay... What— [ Are you... are those-- tears? His mind scrambles, trying to kick into gear and latch onto the problem. This isn't about what's wrong, but... Clutching at his chest so tightly, folded in, like he's trying to suppress it-- ]
...talk to me. [ It's softer and he hovers, anxious, as closely as he can without burning himself on the ceramic. Keeps running his fingers soothingly through his hair. ]
What are you feeling?