[An accident...? What was an accident? He turns to look at Kaori, sinking deeper and deeper into confusion by the moment. He's still trying to push away knotted February memories of sharing a bed with someone else in a very different manner, and wondering what the difference is. His eyes linger on her, but he tears away to answer Frey.
Except he doesn't know how to answer. He's still a flustered shade of red, but he forces his voice into something controlled and terse.]
I touched her hair. [It hadn't been an accident; he meant to do it, because he thought it would feel nice. It was a normal gesture of affection, wasn't it? His sister pet his hair all the time, and Sayo did too sometimes.] Do you have a problem with that, Freyjadour?
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Except he doesn't know how to answer. He's still a flustered shade of red, but he forces his voice into something controlled and terse.]
I touched her hair. [It hadn't been an accident; he meant to do it, because he thought it would feel nice. It was a normal gesture of affection, wasn't it? His sister pet his hair all the time, and Sayo did too sometimes.] Do you have a problem with that, Freyjadour?