[Varian definitely gets it. His feelings tended to fester until they exploded, and that always ended... badly. But with baby steps, he's getting better, and he's more than willing to help Jun deal with that too. It takes help to figure out how to better yourself, after all. No one can do it alone. And lucky for him, Jun isn't alone.
He snorts a little at the scrunched up nose - reaching out with his free hand to boop if gently with his finger.]
Why stop at what you're good at, huh?
[It's fine, he gets the joke. It landed.]
Literally any time. I meant it when I said I was always here to listen.
[He shakes his head, gently pulling up Jun's hand to his lips, pressing a little kiss on the knuckles, before glancing up at him.]
You didn't kill the mood. It's okay. [He is 18 years old, the building being on fire would not kill the mood for him. He might trying to be sensibly not letting his hormones take the wheel the whole time, but they're still leaning on the horn. His lips turn into a little smirk.] Two? Two feels like a good number.
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He snorts a little at the scrunched up nose - reaching out with his free hand to boop if gently with his finger.]
Why stop at what you're good at, huh?
[It's fine, he gets the joke. It landed.]
Literally any time. I meant it when I said I was always here to listen.
[He shakes his head, gently pulling up Jun's hand to his lips, pressing a little kiss on the knuckles, before glancing up at him.]
You didn't kill the mood. It's okay. [He is 18 years old, the building being on fire would not kill the mood for him. He might trying to be sensibly not letting his hormones take the wheel the whole time, but they're still leaning on the horn. His lips turn into a little smirk.] Two? Two feels like a good number.