Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

"Well, maybe it kind of is. I don't know." Tuvaq felt his heart rate pick up and he started to feel a little cagey; like maybe he was trapped. Which was a bizarre feeling for the boy, who'd never really worried about this until now. Now that he had someone here that seemed so innocent and good and like they really didn't deserve all of Tuvaq's baggage. After all, he was dealing with it just fine on his own. He would continue to do so. 

The blond cleared his throat and fought to keep himself still, so he didn't pace or jitter or leave. Acheron didn't deserve his erratic behavior, either. 

Really, he almost told him, right there, but there was something that kept stealing the words back into his mouth and letting them die on his tongue. But he was backed into a corner and... well, he had to say something, didn't he? "I just... don't want to talk about it, okay?" he asked, shoulders tense and gaze cast to the side. "I'd rather eat five of those apples and step on a thorn than do... that. It really isn't important, so can we drop it?" Maybe it was important, and he would talk about it eventually, but... not right now. Chartreuse eyes traveled up to meet blue. "Please."