It's the way he'd never explain or say what really happened. He wouldn't even say if anything happened, but they knew. They knew. His change in behavior gave him away. He'd be distant until wasn't and then he couldn't stand to be alone. "Mm, where are you going?" He'd question whenever either of them made the slightest notion of getting up, yet hours later, he was hiding alone I the library. His cocky attitude falters more often. He failed to tease back with one and didn't tease the other much at all. The words 'im sorry' would fall from his mouth more than ever over simple things. Whether it be for dropping something, bumping into them (object ad well), or talking, 'im sorry' fell from his mouth like a prayer. The words 'I love you,' do the same. They know he loves them because he said it often before, but not every hour. Oh, how hard it is for him to talk. How they wish he wouldn't bottle all of his emotions up. Perhaps it wouldn't be as bad if he hadn't only just started getting more open about himself.