[The longer he waits, the more anxious he starts to become. It's... more difficult than he'd expected. More complicated.]
[The longer he waits, the more he wonders if he should have even said anything at all. If he should have waited. Said nothing at all. His hands start wringing themselves, wings fluttering. Nervous motions. Those, at least, haven't changed.]
[There's the barest flinch, at "listen".]
[He looks up slowly, honestly dreading the answer. He'd been so happy a moment ago. So excited and pleased to know the one who'd mattered most was proud of him. Now he feels, in some way, like he's disappointed him.]
[The answer -- the touch -- takes his words away.]
You... you aren't angry with me? Disappointed...?
[You are the deciding factor echoes in his head, but he manages to bite it back, the hope on his face almost tangible.]
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[The longer he waits, the more he wonders if he should have even said anything at all. If he should have waited. Said nothing at all. His hands start wringing themselves, wings fluttering. Nervous motions. Those, at least, haven't changed.]
[There's the barest flinch, at "listen".]
[He looks up slowly, honestly dreading the answer. He'd been so happy a moment ago. So excited and pleased to know the one who'd mattered most was proud of him. Now he feels, in some way, like he's disappointed him.]
[The answer -- the touch -- takes his words away.]
You... you aren't angry with me? Disappointed...?
[You are the deciding factor echoes in his head, but he manages to bite it back, the hope on his face almost tangible.]
I never wanted to make you worry.