[Ferran's smile fades a bit, but he turns to pour her a cup of tea to distract himself.]
Ah, not... exactly.
[He's got an eye on her after that wince even so, but there's not exactly much he can do after the fact. She's already realized her mistake, anyway.]
But that would definitely do it. [He almost starts on an anecdote about his mother and electrical sockets, but the cold stab in his chest that Rikku might even feel a shadow of keeps his mouth shut. Try again, brain. Focus on her.]
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Ah, not... exactly.
[He's got an eye on her after that wince even so, but there's not exactly much he can do after the fact. She's already realized her mistake, anyway.]
But that would definitely do it. [He almost starts on an anecdote about his mother and electrical sockets, but the cold stab in his chest that Rikku might even feel a shadow of keeps his mouth shut. Try again, brain. Focus on her.]
How old was he?