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the girl's voice startled him out of his indecision, and he turned to her, meeting her angry amber gaze with a semblance of shock in his own. "no, i don't," he answered simply, shaking his head. it was mostly a lie, but there was some shred of truth--he didn't want to hear the words again that had wounded him so last night.

aditya's mouth twisted as he looked at her. "i'm sorry, easy," he murmured, flattening his ears in shame. "i know i haven't been very good company, lately." or ever. he'd always been fond of the girl, but he had the faintest inkling she didn't like him much at all. which hurt. . .but there wasn't anything he could do about it, if he continued to just be himself.

he shrugged. "i don't want to talk about it," aditya said firmly. "let's do something fun, instead." he chuckled, the sound sharp and rueful. "i've not been at my best, but let me think of something fun we can do."