Jade Fern Grove i am a poet and I’m a little nervous but I can’t show it

The incredibly pale blue of the stranger's gaze catches his attention, almost familiar in an aching way. At first he doesn't even register that he's managed to startle the poor boy — but it hits him after a moment, when the shock wears off, and immediately he feels a little bad.
It's alright, He assures the other, relieved that he seems to recover quickly. I should probably be the one apologizing. I'm Alarian — are you um, from around here? He feels lame, but he doesn't know what else to say; normally he'd know exactly what he wants with a cute boy. But for once, his thoughts couldn't be further away from that.