He can feel the blush start at the back of his neck, where it always had when they were children. Misa knows him too well.
He's not even yet a man, not even by the standards of their country. He won't be until he turns nineteen. But his family has always married young; he's expected to have a consort and an heir waiting in the wings whenever Father pops his clogs and he gets stuck as the head of the House.
Looking around and not seeing anyone watching, he takes her hand fully.
"Am not," he says peevishly, acting younger than his seventeen years. "But this...its..." He's normally so eloquent, but finds himself stammering. "This. You. You've known me practically since I was in diapers. Well, not quite that long. But still. It's awkward."
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He's not even yet a man, not even by the standards of their country. He won't be until he turns nineteen. But his family has always married young; he's expected to have a consort and an heir waiting in the wings whenever Father pops his clogs and he gets stuck as the head of the House.
Looking around and not seeing anyone watching, he takes her hand fully.
"Am not," he says peevishly, acting younger than his seventeen years. "But this...its..." He's normally so eloquent, but finds himself stammering. "This. You. You've known me practically since I was in diapers. Well, not quite that long. But still. It's awkward."