Leo watched the apple go away with a longing which he hoped didn’t register in his eyes. There might have been a sound too, a sort of growl as a tight pinching pain in his stomach protested audibly to the retraction of the hand. A hand that might have fed him, if he had been more trusting. He bit his lower lip, turning his eyes down for a moment, but when the stranger spoke and didn’t comment on his embarrassing stomach growl, he figured he mustn’t have heard it.
He looked back up to observe the man again. He seemed to have a gentle way about him that Leo liked. His body language came across as non threatening, and for a man, that seemed totally alien. Leo wasn’t used to men having manners, or giving him space like that. It stunned him further that this dude also chose to bear the entirety of the fault for the collision. Being accountable and apologising was utterly foreign behaviour as well. Maybe not from everyone, since Aydin apologised several times per sentence, but from a stranger it seemed so baffling.
If the man was admitting fault then at least Leo could feel safe from being reprimanded. That made him relax a little. He had gotten away with daydreaming and embarrassing tummy rumbles thus far.
When asked if he was hurt he chose not to answer, instead responding to the latter suggestion that the stranger was in his way.
“You're not in my way,” he assured.
He wanted to say something more that that, maybe even start a conversation, but it was hard. He knew it was rude to stare, but it felt like stare was all he could do. The man's clothing, his fur and his war paint they were all so interesting, and he was already stifling a million questions.
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He looked back up to observe the man again. He seemed to have a gentle way about him that Leo liked. His body language came across as non threatening, and for a man, that seemed totally alien. Leo wasn’t used to men having manners, or giving him space like that. It stunned him further that this dude also chose to bear the entirety of the fault for the collision. Being accountable and apologising was utterly foreign behaviour as well. Maybe not from everyone, since Aydin apologised several times per sentence, but from a stranger it seemed so baffling.
If the man was admitting fault then at least Leo could feel safe from being reprimanded. That made him relax a little. He had gotten away with daydreaming and embarrassing tummy rumbles thus far.
When asked if he was hurt he chose not to answer, instead responding to the latter suggestion that the stranger was in his way.
“You're not in my way,” he assured.
He wanted to say something more that that, maybe even start a conversation, but it was hard. He knew it was rude to stare, but it felt like stare was all he could do. The man's clothing, his fur and his war paint they were all so interesting, and he was already stifling a million questions.