[ If Jack had slapped him across the face he would've looked less shocked than he does right now. Eyes wide, every muscle tenses up and he stops walking. There's a mildly panicked look on his face as his mind starts vividly conjuring up those particular memories, and the embarrassment of Jack seeing them is irrationally worse than Jack watching him set someone on fire - ]
No. [ His voice is firm in his denial, and to his ears it sounds so harsh that he winces, tries to double back. ] We... barely knew each other. And he never lived at the temple.
[ It would've been a risk, even if he had. Kahlil resists the urge to rub at the side of his mouth, the place where the scars had vanished that day he awoke on the bridge.
This is mortifying. After a second he starts walking again, in silence. ]
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No. [ His voice is firm in his denial, and to his ears it sounds so harsh that he winces, tries to double back. ] We... barely knew each other. And he never lived at the temple.
[ It would've been a risk, even if he had. Kahlil resists the urge to rub at the side of his mouth, the place where the scars had vanished that day he awoke on the bridge.
This is mortifying. After a second he starts walking again, in silence. ]