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Something's wrong.

[ She corrects him easily - because it's easy to tell that something's bothering him. Whether or not anyone else could, Nanami can, and she has a discarded cigarette butt in her fin-hand to prove it. ]

The wrong idea-- about what?

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[ He almost rolls his eyes at how easy she corrects him, because she's right, of course, in a way. Instead, he just huffs a little, a plume of smoke coming from his mouth, which is odd seeing as how he's not actually smoking. He holds his hand out towards her, curls his fingers in, gestures for her to hand him the cigarette butt. ]

It's stupid. [ Because it makes him feel like he's thirteen again. It's embarrassing. It's nothing more than some miscommunication somewhere. He doesn't want to talk about it, not with anyone. But, if he were to talk about it with someone, he supposes there are worse options than Nanami. Trish would probably poke fun at him, he doubts Fugo would want to hear about it at all, and he doesn't think he could stand the thought of talking to Giorno about it. ] Have you ever… been confused. By how someone makes you feel.

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[ If he was any other creature but a gargoyle, it might be odd. But with a gargoyle roommate and gargoyle friends, Nanami's become used to this sort of display.

The question makes Nanami pause, and she has to think it over. ]

I suppose so... [ Emotions are hard for her to pick out and understand, sometimes. She kind of just does her best and muddles through them. Nanami looks up at him curiously. ]

What confuses you about it?

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[ He rolls his shoulders, not a shrug, but something different. As though if he rolls them hard enough, this strange weight he's been carrying around will slip right off of them. ]

I don't know. [ a scoff, and for once he truly looks his age. ] They say things, sometimes, and they make me think that maybe something else is there… something more. But then I remember that they're like that with everyone, I'm not special or different, but the attention still makes me act as though I'm a teenager with some kind of crush.

[ The word is said with such disdain, that it's almost surprising a plume of smoke doesn't accompany that, too. He's a grown man, why on earth would he have a crush. He's never had time for that sort of thing, never been interested. The pause gives him a chance to glance up at the sky, before he turns back to Nanami and adds; ] Which, I don't, by the way. That's why I'm confused.