"You looked at me like you wanted to say something else." - clyde & hank for: @ichorlacedblood
the statement catches clyde off guard for a moment, making him blush and laugh softly to himself. it's not the first time he's been called out so directly like this, he is from new york, after all, but it still makes him pause and gather his thoughts whenever it happens.
and he had been staring once their brief interaction had concluded, clyde is anything but subtle, no matter how hard he may try.
“just wo-wo-wo,” he sighs, and swallows, “wondering what your favorite spots around the island are.” he chides himself mentally for getting caught up in the nerves of talking to a handsome guy that had the guts to call him out on his shit.
“-you know, since you've been here longer than i have. i still haven't explored everything. and you look like you like to have fun, figured i'd ask.”
“i've asked a lot of people,” he adds, cringing at himself. “i mean-i'm collecting data, in a way, you know.”
clyde smiles, blowing out a breath to steady himself, “so, you said you're a son of ares? what's that like? i imagine you're an expert fighter or something along those lines?” he's a rambler, but hank gave him the opening, so he's taking it.