[Everything in him wants to reach out, to try and offer some reassurance, to make sure that Markus knows that he's ok and that he's still happy to be here. But he just...maintains his distance, takes a longer swallow of his beer, and moves back again to retake a seat with hit weight leaned against the arm and his fingers laced loosely around his bottle. He'd been in Markus' blind spot, he realizes after a moment of thought, piecing together everything he's seen so far, plus that second of looking right into Markus' face to see the difference in his eyes. He'd only ever seen the difference in colors and thought heterochromia, but he's got a more complete picture now.
He sucks thoughtfully at his lower lip when Markus speaks up again.]
Color highlights. [A simple response to keep himself from going back into the ideas he'd just spilled out before.]
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He sucks thoughtfully at his lower lip when Markus speaks up again.]
Color highlights. [A simple response to keep himself from going back into the ideas he'd just spilled out before.]