[ But what if he did, what if he put in so much effort and— well, that's what he gets for improvising poorly. Truth be told, Ethan looks ready to stumble the hell right out there as soon as Mal drops him, eying the man and his suspicion. He keeps staring, and watching, and drinking up detail that made the boy's head pound even more than it wanted to. It makes him wince, as does it make him look like he's been cornered. His legs feel disgusting, but maybe he could still struggle out of here without walking on noodles, or losing his balance.
The reply isn't exactly what he was waiting for, and he visibly falters for seconds before he follows through, palms sticky with forming sweat. Wait, did he know? How the hell did he know? No, he couldn't know— or could he? Was that why he was being watched with the stink eye since day one? He thought it was because he walked in on him spooning a dude—
Unfortunately, Ethan isn't good at lying. He's the picture of worry, shifting to his feet in a wobble and taking a step back. ]
Er, c'mon, That's— People don't just come back like that, Mr. Mallory . . .
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The reply isn't exactly what he was waiting for, and he visibly falters for seconds before he follows through, palms sticky with forming sweat. Wait, did he know? How the hell did he know? No, he couldn't know— or could he? Was that why he was being watched with the stink eye since day one? He thought it was because he walked in on him spooning a dude—
Unfortunately, Ethan isn't good at lying. He's the picture of worry, shifting to his feet in a wobble and taking a step back. ]
Er, c'mon, That's— People don't just come back like that, Mr. Mallory . . .