"I'm not crying," Reis said confidently.
". . ." Wrong time to have this kind of confidence. "Fine then. Why are you sweating from your eyes?"
Reis touched his other cheek, and there were indeed droplets of water flowing down his face. "The temperature…maybe it really is sweat."
Yvaion grimaced. Since when did humans sweat out of their eyes? He only said it for the sake of it. But this idiot was just agreeing to it.
Not to mention, there was no sign of sweating anywhere else despite how hot the skin burned. All of the burning was from inside.
More than that, he could clearly hear it. The plea for help. Quiet, concealed by other loud thoughts, but it was there.
The loud thoughts, meanwhile, were a different problem entirely.
I need to…
Why won't he touch?
Am I not good enough?
Do I need to do more?
There was no end to it. Such thoughts, such worries. They couldn't have belonged to this person. Yvaion didn't pick someone who'd care about things like that.
