[ It's not, of course, and he visibly deflates, turning his face back down so he can't be scrutinized. He has arguments, but they're not quite applicable, and while he doesn't let go or cling any tighter, he doesn't bury his face again. At least he'll still be loved, and that's the most important point, but it strikes home right now in his interpretation of what's being said that they very rarely make love, if physical compatibility is the stumbling block. So what else is it they do? Is it just... he guesses it's just being really close?
He'd scrub at his face in another situation, but he's subtly reshifting his understandings of physical relationships with Shi Qingxuan, one odd-shaped stacking block at a time. And it prods at how he'd been with Konoha, and he can't tell if it's easier or stranger to realise that wasn't making love either, from this standpoint. ]
Oh.
[ Is all he says, and it's not defeated, nor small. Simply a word to match the eyes he won't meet, and the lack of change in how he stays close. It's not like he wants anything someone doesn't want to give, he never has, and sex is still so new to him, only half a year of learning by doing. And he's really not made much love, so... so what if he doesn't ever again? If he ends up stuck one day, forever, it's just one stupid thing that's not high up on his general concerns, but...
But he's glad he knows, at least.
Having followed that particular mental path, he ends up at a confession: one that's almost lacking in impact when delivered so factually. ]
Konoha helped take the Iris edge off by letting me use my mouth on her.
[ And that's it: dry and succinct, with no other language. There's nothing else he knows to say.
Might as well move on, since it's not what he'd thought it could be like, and he's not going to linger over pointless thoughts. ]
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He'd scrub at his face in another situation, but he's subtly reshifting his understandings of physical relationships with Shi Qingxuan, one odd-shaped stacking block at a time. And it prods at how he'd been with Konoha, and he can't tell if it's easier or stranger to realise that wasn't making love either, from this standpoint. ]
Oh.
[ Is all he says, and it's not defeated, nor small. Simply a word to match the eyes he won't meet, and the lack of change in how he stays close. It's not like he wants anything someone doesn't want to give, he never has, and sex is still so new to him, only half a year of learning by doing. And he's really not made much love, so... so what if he doesn't ever again? If he ends up stuck one day, forever, it's just one stupid thing that's not high up on his general concerns, but...
But he's glad he knows, at least.
Having followed that particular mental path, he ends up at a confession: one that's almost lacking in impact when delivered so factually. ]
Konoha helped take the Iris edge off by letting me use my mouth on her.
[ And that's it: dry and succinct, with no other language. There's nothing else he knows to say.
Might as well move on, since it's not what he'd thought it could be like, and he's not going to linger over pointless thoughts. ]