Any emotion Ryouma is showing, for a brief moment, seems to lock up. His expression goes neutral as he draws his hand back to himself, releasing Takatora's arm for the first time since they've entered the room. They're still touching, barely, with how close their legs are to each other, but Ryouma drops his hands into his own lap. It's a struggle to figure out how to react to this, when he'd already prepared himself. Or tried.
He turns his head away and sighs heavily.]
I should have known I wouldn't be able to hide anything from you.
[Ryouma looks back over, setting his jaw in an obvious display of trying to keep himself together and ... distant.]
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on 2016-01-22 02:17 am (UTC)Any emotion Ryouma is showing, for a brief moment, seems to lock up. His expression goes neutral as he draws his hand back to himself, releasing Takatora's arm for the first time since they've entered the room. They're still touching, barely, with how close their legs are to each other, but Ryouma drops his hands into his own lap. It's a struggle to figure out how to react to this, when he'd already prepared himself. Or tried.
He turns his head away and sighs heavily.]
I should have known I wouldn't be able to hide anything from you.
[Ryouma looks back over, setting his jaw in an obvious display of trying to keep himself together and ... distant.]
I suppose that makes things easier for you.