[ Richard almost instantly winces at that. The callback of the memory she saw about him with his mother is all but a critical hit on him – the only thing keeping him from the floor right now is the unfounded-yet-lingering worry of someone walking into this unfortunate scene. His pride could probably benefit from being taken down a few more notches, but Ayaka...
He murmurs something about still not being able to speak English, but it's more to himself than anything else. There's a bit of a pause as he tries to get any sense of decorum back, before he feels okay enough to pull his hand back from his face. ]
M-My apologies. I'm not sure what came over me. Perhaps...
[ He slowly turns back towards her as he trails off, still red from embarrassment but at least finally able to meet her gaze with his own. ]
Are you... sure? [ About him. About any of this. About what this means for what lies ahead of them. ]
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He murmurs something about still not being able to speak English, but it's more to himself than anything else. There's a bit of a pause as he tries to get any sense of decorum back, before he feels okay enough to pull his hand back from his face. ]
M-My apologies. I'm not sure what came over me. Perhaps...
[ He slowly turns back towards her as he trails off, still red from embarrassment but at least finally able to meet her gaze with his own. ]
Are you... sure? [ About him. About any of this. About what this means for what lies ahead of them. ]