Barnaby reaches for the bag, lingering with his hand clutched around it and uncertain what to do with it, before at least making it as far as tearing it open with a tear from his teeth and a quick tug. He holds the bag in his hands, a little lost, watching Kotetsu finish the job he's doing qith unquiet eyes.
Kotetsu is usually not so picky about doing things neatly. It must be for Barnaby's sake, for show.
"It's not like I'm not capable of thinking about it," he says, after a too-long, heavy pause. "There was someone I thought about, a girl, but just once. It never went anywhere. I didn't think she would have reciprocated, and I was really young, so I gave up." He presses his lips together. "I'm just not interested any more now than before Maverick was found out. I'm not closed off I'm just not interested. I'm happy being here for you. Isn't that alright?"
It isn't a rhetorical question -- the look on Barnaby's face is as serious as the tone of voice. He does want some confirmation that saying something like that isn't wrong. Whether it's approval or frustration, he needs an answer from Kotetsu.
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Date: 2014-05-10 05:58 am (UTC)Kotetsu is usually not so picky about doing things neatly. It must be for Barnaby's sake, for show.
"It's not like I'm not capable of thinking about it," he says, after a too-long, heavy pause. "There was someone I thought about, a girl, but just once. It never went anywhere. I didn't think she would have reciprocated, and I was really young, so I gave up." He presses his lips together. "I'm just not interested any more now than before Maverick was found out. I'm not closed off I'm just not interested. I'm happy being here for you. Isn't that alright?"
It isn't a rhetorical question -- the look on Barnaby's face is as serious as the tone of voice. He does want some confirmation that saying something like that isn't wrong. Whether it's approval or frustration, he needs an answer from Kotetsu.