[ They pull their lips into a tight line when he says that, feeling his praise run through them like a shock. Of course, they don't believe fully that he'd really drag them here at this time specifically just to make a comment of their beauty in the setting sun. He's just saying it because he thinks it. It's difficult for them to know how to react to it, even if it gives them pleasant feeling... so they just avert their eyes to the floor, scuffing their heel against the boards. ]
That's...
[ They start, but don't finish. For someone sharp-tongued like them, it's odd to see them at such a loss for words. But how are they supposed to explain how they're feeling? They're nervous because they can't make sense of what's going on. They don't like being in situations where they can't feasibly predict what will happen. He'd said he was going to clear the confusion between them, hinting boldly that his feelings for them go outside the realm of platonic, but even so... thinking about what that means for the both of them, if that's even possible between them; it's stressed them out a lot, and still is.
They would've been perfectly fine just leaving things as they were with Lupin. Thinking of him from afar, being grateful to him for what he's done for them already. That's plenty for someone like them that doesn't ask for more than is readily handed to them. But all this, what he's done and what he intends to do here are pulling them out of their comfortable little world where they can keep to themself and stay away from a tangible attachment. That's what's making them nervous; a fear of change, and a fear of getting closer than they ought to. ]
...How am I supposed to relax? [ There is a little, tiny tinge of irritation, here. This much should be obvious to him. ] We're not here for no reason.
[ They can't look at him. In fact, when they dart their eyes to the side, it's almost like they're making sure they're truly alone. Is he not nervous, too...? ]
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That's...
[ They start, but don't finish. For someone sharp-tongued like them, it's odd to see them at such a loss for words. But how are they supposed to explain how they're feeling? They're nervous because they can't make sense of what's going on. They don't like being in situations where they can't feasibly predict what will happen. He'd said he was going to clear the confusion between them, hinting boldly that his feelings for them go outside the realm of platonic, but even so... thinking about what that means for the both of them, if that's even possible between them; it's stressed them out a lot, and still is.
They would've been perfectly fine just leaving things as they were with Lupin. Thinking of him from afar, being grateful to him for what he's done for them already. That's plenty for someone like them that doesn't ask for more than is readily handed to them. But all this, what he's done and what he intends to do here are pulling them out of their comfortable little world where they can keep to themself and stay away from a tangible attachment. That's what's making them nervous; a fear of change, and a fear of getting closer than they ought to. ]
...How am I supposed to relax? [ There is a little, tiny tinge of irritation, here. This much should be obvious to him. ] We're not here for no reason.
[ They can't look at him. In fact, when they dart their eyes to the side, it's almost like they're making sure they're truly alone. Is he not nervous, too...? ]