”You’re… quiet.” The ace starts carefully, looking down at the other.
”Ah… yeah. Sorry.” Noya tugs hard on a stubborn knot and swears under his breath.
Asahi frowns and scratches at his beard, unsure of how to proceed. ”Are you upset about what happened earlier?”
”No!” Noya gives up on the knot and throws the brush away, rubbing at his eyes in frustration. ”Fuck. Yes. I guess.” He removes his hands and meets Asahi’s concerned gaze. ”I’ll get over it soon. Don’t worry.”
Noya still has that lost, somewhat subdued look in his eyes and Asahi is definitely worried. ”Noya. It’s okay. You can be angry.”