[When she peeks in, Neville is hurriedly scrubbing at his eyes with his knuckles, back to the door, shoulders hunched. He wasn't crying, but there is a bit of wetness around them that would have given him away for being damn close.
He's not a very stoic young man, despite his best efforts.]
It's nothing, I--
[He turns around quickly when her voice is no longer filtered by even the thin wood of the door. His face is still bright scarlet, and he's decidedly not making eye contact, looking at the slope of one of her shoulders instead. He's never been-- mothered before, not really (his gran was all about tough love and emotional crippling), and as a result the tone she takes, the worry evident all over her, makes his stomach do flips and he feels simultaneously very young and silly and much too old to be acting like this. She can only be a year or two older than him, at most. He makes a tremendous effort to straighten up and look her full in the face (and he even gets all the way to her nose before his eyes dart back down, which is not perfect but he'll count it as a win for now.)]
I was just... talking. [Screaming, really.] To someone on the bracelet, I mean.
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Date: 2014-03-19 07:28 am (UTC)He's not a very stoic young man, despite his best efforts.]
It's nothing, I--
[He turns around quickly when her voice is no longer filtered by even the thin wood of the door. His face is still bright scarlet, and he's decidedly not making eye contact, looking at the slope of one of her shoulders instead. He's never been-- mothered before, not really (his gran was all about tough love and emotional crippling), and as a result the tone she takes, the worry evident all over her, makes his stomach do flips and he feels simultaneously very young and silly and much too old to be acting like this. She can only be a year or two older than him, at most. He makes a tremendous effort to straighten up and look her full in the face (and he even gets all the way to her nose before his eyes dart back down, which is not perfect but he'll count it as a win for now.)]
I was just... talking. [Screaming, really.] To someone on the bracelet, I mean.