He's trying not to take that to heart, he really is (he's casual that way about everything, it doesn't necessarily mean anything like that, don't assume), but he can't help going still, fingers digging into the fabric of Henry's shirt-- no, his shirt, he'd almost forgotten.
He should probably just let it go, he really should, it isn't like Henry would want to talk about it even if that does mean what it sounds like it means- but he's got to ask. He's been open about things so far this morning, maybe chances are good.
"--not in love with her, or just... not?"
There is definitely an attempt at keeping it casual, but the nerves are obvious in the way he's still clinging a bit too much.
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He's trying not to take that to heart, he really is (he's casual that way about everything, it doesn't necessarily mean anything like that, don't assume), but he can't help going still, fingers digging into the fabric of Henry's shirt-- no, his shirt, he'd almost forgotten.
He should probably just let it go, he really should, it isn't like Henry would want to talk about it even if that does mean what it sounds like it means- but he's got to ask. He's been open about things so far this morning, maybe chances are good.
"--not in love with her, or just... not?"
There is definitely an attempt at keeping it casual, but the nerves are obvious in the way he's still clinging a bit too much.