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Looking over at Falkner with what he hoped would come across as an innocent expression, Morty blinked owlishly. Maybe looking like a Noctowl would get him bonus points of some sort with whatever deity was supposed to be watching over him.
"I…adjusted..?" Well, it wasn’t a complete lie…but whether or not Falkner would push it was another matter entirely.
It wasn’t his fault that cuddling with the other Gym Leader was so comfortable, and his hand was already so close in the first place, so he hadn’t expected Falkner to notice. Okay, that was a lie; he knew Falkner would notice, but he hadn’t expected him to say anything. Sure, the majority of Morty’s efforts to get Falkner to notice his interest were falling flatter than a Stunfisk, but he wasn’t ready to just give up as of yet.
There it was, the attention from the other gym leader, and that look. Falkner had been mad - he still was - but there was something about that look that Morty was giving him. For a moment, he was completely distracted by how damned cute he was--
No, he'd had something to complain about, hadn't he? After all, Morty couldn't just be forgiven of his obscenity by being good-looking. As well, Falkner could never admit to such either, so it was back to whatever lecture he was about to give. "Adjusted...?" A frown crossed his features, shifting slightly to shoot a glare at where the other man's hand now rested.
"You're sure?" Of course, why would he have done what he thought he did? Was this another pitying act? Perhaps "pity" wasn't exactly the right word, but... what did he have to gain, even? Maybe he was just imagining it. Fantastic, now he was doubting himself too. Shaking off the thought, he continued with a huff. "I don't know why you did that, but I know you did." He was at least going to say it like he was certain. "Uh, I-- don't do it again."
He couldn't even bring himself to properly scold him. He really was hopeless.
