Flycatcher Downs if i ever leave, i could learn to miss you

if wolves could sweat, he'd be sweating bullets as alamar looks over and frowns. he knows he isn't the best at hiding his emotions, but that doesn't mean he can't try — and fail, apparently. his eyes widen slightly when the other speaks, gaze falling. he has no idea what to say.
unfortunately, it's times like these when the boy is prone to rambling. i... i um, aaaaaaaaaa. it's just, before, i meant... um. it doesn't matter, though. i don't want to, uh, make you uncomfortable or anything. what he does want is to sink into the ground and disappear forever.