[His answer is a nod-- he's upset. It's not that he feels as though he needs to keep it hidden from her, but he can't quite face it on his own. It's difficult to even think about, hence why his breaths come short.
But her hand is warm, comforting, drawing his mind to it.]
Yeah? [murmured in a small voice. There's a moment of quiet, like he's thinking about something...] ...Yang, you never get afraid of any of the things I tell you about me, huh?
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But her hand is warm, comforting, drawing his mind to it.]
Yeah? [murmured in a small voice. There's a moment of quiet, like he's thinking about something...] ...Yang, you never get afraid of any of the things I tell you about me, huh?