I didn't know what to make of you. [Even now, Grey's expression grows thoughtful, as he tries to figure out where to even begin explaining his impressions.]
You seemed... Concerned about me. About my attitude, perhaps. But you didn't seem afraid of me either. [Grey wonders if Manabu might be afraid of him now, now that he knows what kind of power Grey has. But if he is, it's at least not bad enough that Manabu's fleeing for the hills immediately?]
I'd never met anyone like you before. I'd never been given flowers before, either.
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on 2024-03-08 07:02 pm (UTC)You seemed... Concerned about me. About my attitude, perhaps. But you didn't seem afraid of me either. [Grey wonders if Manabu might be afraid of him now, now that he knows what kind of power Grey has. But if he is, it's at least not bad enough that Manabu's fleeing for the hills immediately?]
I'd never met anyone like you before. I'd never been given flowers before, either.