[ He blinks at that. His eyes widen. Perhaps, in all the time Yingxing has known him, this is the most concerned he'll have seen him look. He knows he's terrible at all this, and he knows he's been trying to keep some sort of distance because—well, the alternative is embarrassing, so embarrassing, but— ]
I'm sorry. I... didn't mean to give that impression.
[ He reaches up, scratches awkwardly behind an ear. He's not about to admit that sometimes he just really sucks at dealing with other people, much less those he's had a crush on for years, but also... ]
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I'm sorry. I... didn't mean to give that impression.
[ He reaches up, scratches awkwardly behind an ear. He's not about to admit that sometimes he just really sucks at dealing with other people, much less those he's had a crush on for years, but also... ]
If you want to be friends, we're friends.