[His throat feels dry somehow. Nerves, probably. (Definitely) He wishes he had something to drink, but somehow he thinks even if he did have something here, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to take a moment and do so. He's not looking directly at Harrow anymore- but he's not precisely looking away either- his attention remains on her, and on what's immediate.
Being seen 'in general' shouldn't feel like this. It shouldn't, he's not at home anymore.
(It still does)
Emporio swallows at the rephrasing of her last words. It feels...a little better. Just a bit.
And then the boy has to blink, tension dropping like a stone.] Based-
[..........................What?
Did he hear that right, even? Did-] You mean....'baseball'..?
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Being seen 'in general' shouldn't feel like this. It shouldn't, he's not at home anymore.
(It still does)
Emporio swallows at the rephrasing of her last words. It feels...a little better. Just a bit.
And then the boy has to blink, tension dropping like a stone.] Based-
[..........................What?
Did he hear that right, even? Did-] You mean....'baseball'..?