[The well-defeated grumble underneath his breath roughly translates to 'fine' by any and all adolescent standards, and the thing is— he's not so childish that he can blatantly ignore all the telltale hallmarks of Kanan's heartfelt reaching, intermingled with the rest. The way he counts off on his fingers might be coy, but the rest? The interthreaded emotion, the hint of something bordering on heartbreak or happiness, too unfamiliar to be read with any expert deftness by a younger creature lacking in experience, but it catches all the same. Bounces off awareness like a tuning fork, leaving slight ripples in its wake.
He sits back on his heels. He thinks. And for a moment, he's retreated fully inward: consumed by thoughts left unconveyed.
And then, in pure defiance of the frustration that'd seen needles plunged through sequin scales (oh so much the child that he was before these last few years), his grin is bright and shining. A shimmer in pale silver eyes, electric when he throws his arms round Kanan's throat, past those still-raised fingers.]
—Thank you, Kanan.
[He gets it, now, he does. The point of all this, strung between the last conversation that they'd had and this one. The faceted, important bottom line he'd overlooked like the foolish thing he was.]
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He sits back on his heels. He thinks. And for a moment, he's retreated fully inward: consumed by thoughts left unconveyed.
And then, in pure defiance of the frustration that'd seen needles plunged through sequin scales (oh so much the child that he was before these last few years), his grin is bright and shining. A shimmer in pale silver eyes, electric when he throws his arms round Kanan's throat, past those still-raised fingers.]
—Thank you, Kanan.
[He gets it, now, he does. The point of all this, strung between the last conversation that they'd had and this one. The faceted, important bottom line he'd overlooked like the foolish thing he was.]