[ This is growing rapidly more alarming, in the sense that none of this feels very much like a joke or a passing casual conversation, and Winter was not prepared for this. His own eyes go wider when he sees the gesture from Nikolas, and by this point his face feels so hot he's mildly surprised it isn't on fire. His heart is pounding so hard in his chest he's surprised someone hasn't noticed. Whether it's Nikolas, sitting across from him, or Frest, wherever he is, Winter's not sure who he'd prefer.
Really? Really?! ]
W... well? Well, what?!
[ His voice goes a little higher than he'd like with that, but look, he wasn't prepared. He wasn't ready to be composed about this, so what comes out is confused and honest -- vulnerable, to his dismay. ]
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Really? Really?! ]
W... well? Well, what?!
[ His voice goes a little higher than he'd like with that, but look, he wasn't prepared. He wasn't ready to be composed about this, so what comes out is confused and honest -- vulnerable, to his dismay. ]