[He gives a stiff nod in answer to her first question. But to her second, his demeanor changes just a bit -- though he's still rather embarrassed by the topic at hand, the more he talks about it, the sadder that smile on his face starts to look, try as he might to hide it.]
...no. Or rather, that's not what he thinks. It wouldn't be the first time something like this has happened between us, after all. And just like those other times, I thought perhaps we would just... get past it. But even after talking things out with him, it's still...
[He brings a hand up to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt.] ...it's strange. I never felt this way after the last experiments. Those feelings weren't real, so I only ever felt a little embarrassed. But this time it... it just hurts.
[action, later]
...no. Or rather, that's not what he thinks. It wouldn't be the first time something like this has happened between us, after all. And just like those other times, I thought perhaps we would just... get past it. But even after talking things out with him, it's still...
[He brings a hand up to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt.] ...it's strange. I never felt this way after the last experiments. Those feelings weren't real, so I only ever felt a little embarrassed. But this time it... it just hurts.