[ sylus is close — too close — for all of two seconds and yet it is enough that there is a small (but increasingly getting louder) part of oushi that flares up upon the contact. something far more primal that screams at him that he's in danger, somehow, but by the time the rest of his brain catches up to the feeling that hold around him loosens and he's able to stumble back to grant a foot or two of distance in between. cool night air fills up his lungs, allowing his head to clear, even if only a little. ]
Nothing.
[ the answer comes before sylus even finishes asking his question, because they both know the likelihood he tells the truth, at least right off the bat, is slim to none. his own eyes dart around, following sylus' look but in a far more frantic pace. his next comment, as always, comes from a place of wanting to turn his attention to anywhere else but in. ]
no subject
Nothing.
[ the answer comes before sylus even finishes asking his question, because they both know the likelihood he tells the truth, at least right off the bat, is slim to none. his own eyes dart around, following sylus' look but in a far more frantic pace. his next comment, as always, comes from a place of wanting to turn his attention to anywhere else but in. ]
You're not supposed to be outside alone.
[ says the man outside alone. ]