—-Refracting timidly from
his wispy, calloused fingertips,
his unsteady, languid flesh,
and his quivering, sapphire irises
was a most unobtrusive flare of light;
a light quietly and meticulously veiled,
a light seeking incandescence—
a light he perceived to be a burden.
[ ;Well, there were hundreds of reasons of why the girl couldn’t be okay— but there was no reason to place that burden on the small guy. Having only met him didn’t qualify him for her to blab her inner feelings and thoughts to him— nor, did she suppose, did it require him to either. ]
A loose shrug slipped off of the blond’s shoulders. "I don’t know; consider it a hunch.”
[ His latter statement had been as vague as vague could get. That in and of itself perturbed him (nowadays, specifics seemed to be his enemy; he didn’t know why), but what more could he have said?
Armin had a n t i c i p a t e d to receive a reaction from the girl, but it hadn’t been his goal to sink the girl into a discomfort she wouldn’t be able to fish herself out of; he hadn’t expected suppression or every facet of her face to contort into a thin, papery veil of such a word.
(It was safe to say that he felt guilty about it, as well.) ]
