[He's trying not to be amused at Terra's pouting, but what he actually says definitely helps. His smile fades into a slight frown. Being called emotionally vulnerable was a little irritating. He knows it's true, but that doesn't mean he wanted to hear it said out loud. And it didn't matter, anyway. He's pretty sure if Terra had kissed him at any other point in time, his reaction would have been mostly the same. There may have been a little more freaking out, it would have startled him more had it happened at any other point in time. But it wouldn't have been any less enjoyable, he's pretty certain on that point.
And he knows that Terra hadn't been trying to take advantage of that emotional vulnerability, either. Because he had been just as emotionally vulnerable, hadn't he? It had certainly seemed that way to Wolfram, in any case. He almost feels like pointing that out. But at the last second he wonders if saying so would just make Terra more worried, so he stops himself.]
It matters that you're fine with it, too. [He wasn't so selfish that he'd continue with this whole kissing thing if it was going to end up weighing heavily on his friend, for whatever reason.
He takes a glance around the room at the question, sighing a bit.]
...It's a mess, isn't it? I felt like throwing things. [He's not sure whether that really needed explaining or not. And nope, still no letting go on this end, either. Someone's going to have to pull away first. But it's not going to be Wolfram.]
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And he knows that Terra hadn't been trying to take advantage of that emotional vulnerability, either. Because he had been just as emotionally vulnerable, hadn't he? It had certainly seemed that way to Wolfram, in any case. He almost feels like pointing that out. But at the last second he wonders if saying so would just make Terra more worried, so he stops himself.]
It matters that you're fine with it, too. [He wasn't so selfish that he'd continue with this whole kissing thing if it was going to end up weighing heavily on his friend, for whatever reason.
He takes a glance around the room at the question, sighing a bit.]
...It's a mess, isn't it? I felt like throwing things. [He's not sure whether that really needed explaining or not. And nope, still no letting go on this end, either. Someone's going to have to pull away first. But it's not going to be Wolfram.]