It had sounded a whole lot like anger, if you asked Ezra. But he also figured that wasn't what it was. Not really, not entirely.
A tense, quiet moment passed by. Ezra watched Zeke, wanting to give him room to do anything that he felt like doing, whether it was more yelling or something else. But Zeke was back to just staring at the floor.
So Ezra spoke again. "Zeke." His tone was soft. "Come on." No pushing, not even pleading. Just... soft. "I'm twenty-two. I'm here. Whatever's happened, hasn't happened yet."
He paused.
Slowly, Zeke looked up. It was such an unsteady and hesitant thing that Ezra barely dared to continue. But he did. "If it's a Coterie thing, or something else, a bad reaction, anything..."
It hadn't happened yet.
He paused again, looking at Zeke.
Zeke was staring back at him, his expression beginning to distort with something he was desperately holding back. And Ezra took about half a step towards him - and Zeke surged forward, a literal blur for a split second, almost toppling Ezra over with the suddenness of his clinging. And -- things clicked, and Ezra just knew. He knew what had happened.
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A tense, quiet moment passed by. Ezra watched Zeke, wanting to give him room to do anything that he felt like doing, whether it was more yelling or something else. But Zeke was back to just staring at the floor.
So Ezra spoke again. "Zeke." His tone was soft. "Come on." No pushing, not even pleading. Just... soft. "I'm twenty-two. I'm here. Whatever's happened, hasn't happened yet."
He paused.
Slowly, Zeke looked up. It was such an unsteady and hesitant thing that Ezra barely dared to continue. But he did. "If it's a Coterie thing, or something else, a bad reaction, anything..."
It hadn't happened yet.
He paused again, looking at Zeke.
Zeke was staring back at him, his expression beginning to distort with something he was desperately holding back. And Ezra took about half a step towards him - and Zeke surged forward, a literal blur for a split second, almost toppling Ezra over with the suddenness of his clinging. And -- things clicked, and Ezra just knew. He knew what had happened.
Shit.