Licking one's wounds (Closed RP, L, A)
L was still resenting the fact that he had to admit that Kurama was right. He didn't like it. Didn't like the further implications that he could have been wrong before as well. That sat less well than that he might have been wrong about A. Interpersonal relationships were new to him. Understanding people and their motivations and actions weren't. They should overlap, but they didn't.
He was in his room, the room he still, somehow, shared with Matt. Matt had gone out for a while. Their relationship was still awkward, a little strained. They both wanted it, as far as he could tell, but there was still...something.
He was pulled from his thoughts by a frantic knock at the door. It sounded almost like A's customary knock, but too rapid, and continuous. He opened the door to see the boy looking frantic. "What is it, darling?" he asked, stepping aside and opening the door for A to come in.
He was in his room, the room he still, somehow, shared with Matt. Matt had gone out for a while. Their relationship was still awkward, a little strained. They both wanted it, as far as he could tell, but there was still...something.
He was pulled from his thoughts by a frantic knock at the door. It sounded almost like A's customary knock, but too rapid, and continuous. He opened the door to see the boy looking frantic. "What is it, darling?" he asked, stepping aside and opening the door for A to come in.