The Tangle i always thought i was homolingual, turns out i'm bi

The bubbling stream is distracting enough not to hear from coming, starling when he clears his throat. She jumps and starts at him, but stops herself a beat later and firmly plants against the ground. The swirl of emotion makes her head spin but with a release of a shaky breath, she feels back to normal.
 
“Hey,” she says, wondering if it had been difficult for him to get to this spot or if he has an easier way she hasn’t found. But she notes the drop in his expression and frowns, stepping forward to close the distance and press her nose gently against his. Normally he has some quip ready for rapid fire despite her obvious own distraught times but she can’t find it in her to do the same, not when her own heart hurts too. “What’s wrong?”