[9S recalls a time when Jude asked him this before, but the circumstances were vastly different. Now that he better understands hi own sentiments, warmth stains his pale cheeks and he glances down at his knees]
You don't...usually ask...
[And the pointed nature of it proves sufficient to fluster him. His poor black box]
no subject
You don't...usually ask...
[And the pointed nature of it proves sufficient to fluster him. His poor black box]