[ Allen's eyes flick back up to Shouto's a little quickly at that. A little sharper and extremely knowing at his choice of words, although Allen knows well enough to hold his tongue. The corner of his mouth twitches for a moment, as if in quickly masked distaste.
You sure didn't like it in situation that wasn't even as extreme when he said it was his own fault he got hurt after all. You're an extremely contrary person with a lot of double standards, Shouto, but it's only irritating when they get used to place Allen on a pedestal. And deeply insulting.
So he squeezes his hands very gently, so very mindful of the lacerations, but pushes them back then. ]
I don't believe that for a second.
[ Yet he says it not in an accusatory tone, but in one quiet and a little mournful. And Allen leans in, pressed close from being sandwiched by the both of them to kiss the corner of his mouth so very gently, so very chastely. As if to try and say he isn't actually mad or upset either.
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You sure didn't like it in situation that wasn't even as extreme when he said it was his own fault he got hurt after all. You're an extremely contrary person with a lot of double standards, Shouto, but it's only irritating when they get used to place Allen on a pedestal. And deeply insulting.
So he squeezes his hands very gently, so very mindful of the lacerations, but pushes them back then. ]
I don't believe that for a second.
[ Yet he says it not in an accusatory tone, but in one quiet and a little mournful. And Allen leans in, pressed close from being sandwiched by the both of them to kiss the corner of his mouth so very gently, so very chastely. As if to try and say he isn't actually mad or upset either.
Just hollow. ]
I'm sorry.