[ With his arm slung across Shouto's shoulders he can tell when one side of him heats up more than the other, not finding that surprising on its own, but he does blink to feel the light chill of breath against his cheek. One and then also the other. Counterbalancing. He figured that out before, realizing it was often tied to some surge in feeling that was being tempered, but... what? So he blinks lightly, focusing more intently on his expression and trying to read it. Grey eyes flickering lightly between Shouto's mismatched ones, drifting to his mouth, and then coming back up again. Left-right, left-right.
But the pit of Allen's stomach drops and goes stone cold when he says Nea told him things about his past and this close Shouto can probably feel how he tenses up again at that. Just... what did he tell you? Were they lies, or... It's something he partially chickens out on asking, but mostly is more than grateful to let slide as Shouto continues on.
He just...talked? It's a surprising revelation to Allen, but his expression softens a little then in thoughtfulness and he doesn't reply at first. Not for trying to dodge an answer, but for not being sure what it would be, or how he even feels about that. ]
I don't really know that much about him, to be honest. [ I never did, and his gaze drifts aside for a moment with a heaviness that seems somewhat guilty. His thumb fidgets lightly against Shouto's, drawing comfort from the sheltering cocoon of the embrace. ]
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But the pit of Allen's stomach drops and goes stone cold when he says Nea told him things about his past and this close Shouto can probably feel how he tenses up again at that. Just... what did he tell you? Were they lies, or... It's something he partially chickens out on asking, but mostly is more than grateful to let slide as Shouto continues on.
He just...talked? It's a surprising revelation to Allen, but his expression softens a little then in thoughtfulness and he doesn't reply at first. Not for trying to dodge an answer, but for not being sure what it would be, or how he even feels about that. ]
I don't really know that much about him, to be honest. [ I never did, and his gaze drifts aside for a moment with a heaviness that seems somewhat guilty. His thumb fidgets lightly against Shouto's, drawing comfort from the sheltering cocoon of the embrace. ]
Much of anything, really.