[A blush? Shinya leans forward, a piece of the puzzle clicking into place somewhere in his subconsciousness, but then Gino moves and the moment is broken. He blinks. Straightens. Breaks eye contact, takes another sip of the coffee, breathes in the dark fragrance. It's like waking from another dream, but he thinks he prefers a dream like this to another night of smoke and mirrors.]
I was just thinking over something. [He's usually glad to share his thoughts, but in this particular situation... No, there's nothing that he can say that wouldn't seem invasive. There are strict lines between them - status, reputation, the traitor's son - and as much as Shinya would like to rub out the lines like so much chalk, he doesn't know if he can do that without upsetting the delicate balance Gino had found for himself.]
We should spar together again. [Let Gino think that's what had been on his mind.] It's been awhile since I pinned you to the mat.
[...Shit. That came out wrong. Good thing he's had practice maintaining his stoicism even after saying something outrageous; he simply sets the coffee aside and reaches for breakfast.]
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I was just thinking over something. [He's usually glad to share his thoughts, but in this particular situation... No, there's nothing that he can say that wouldn't seem invasive. There are strict lines between them - status, reputation, the traitor's son - and as much as Shinya would like to rub out the lines like so much chalk, he doesn't know if he can do that without upsetting the delicate balance Gino had found for himself.]
We should spar together again. [Let Gino think that's what had been on his mind.] It's been awhile since I pinned you to the mat.
[...Shit. That came out wrong. Good thing he's had practice maintaining his stoicism even after saying something outrageous; he simply sets the coffee aside and reaches for breakfast.]