Gansey couldn't have said what was wrong, exactly. Something about the way that he pulls away, maybe, like he doesn't want what they just did to touch him. It's not regret, not really, more like worry or concern that sparks in the hazel-green of his eyes.
He doesn't answer the question. Not the one that Declan asks, at least.
"Did I do something wrong?" There's a smile that curves his mouth, but it's sad and a little bit bittersweet. He's so very new to this, so he couldn't have said exactly what it was that felt off. But something felt wrong, like this hadn't actually been something that Declan wanted. Which is a thought that makes him feel like he'll come unmoored if he focuses on it for more than a moment at a time.
Skin still exposed to the air, exposed in more ways than the softness in his eyes when he looks at him, all uncertainty and care.
"I didn't mean to hurt you," he offers, somehow sure that he had. He's always so clumsy with other people.
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He doesn't answer the question. Not the one that Declan asks, at least.
"Did I do something wrong?" There's a smile that curves his mouth, but it's sad and a little bit bittersweet. He's so very new to this, so he couldn't have said exactly what it was that felt off. But something felt wrong, like this hadn't actually been something that Declan wanted. Which is a thought that makes him feel like he'll come unmoored if he focuses on it for more than a moment at a time.
Skin still exposed to the air, exposed in more ways than the softness in his eyes when he looks at him, all uncertainty and care.
"I didn't mean to hurt you," he offers, somehow sure that he had. He's always so clumsy with other people.