@geostelar
The question sends chills down his spine - but perhaps it would be best to call it an accusation? Hes unsure of how to reply, but there’s something eating away at his core, begging him to scream… begging him to shout in refusal.
Denial.
He’s whispering, a jumbled, jittery mess. From a distance, however, he looks rather collected. There’s a clear indication of noise that surrounds him, as a familiar figure, masked with an even more familiar face, beckons him.
“No.” He mouths, shaking his head in fervent refusal.
He wasn’t sure what he’d wanted him to say. It had been a truly loaded question; it’d slipped out without thought. But if he could see that pain behind Geo’s face, he’d have turned and ran away in shame. Now, however, he felt the need to approach, to comfort, to do anything. The boy took a step forward.
“...I-I’m sorry. That just... I...”
What would he be doing now if he’d said ‘yes’? Would he still feel this guilty? Probably. This might not be the version that he’d come to know, but this was still his best friend. And for once, Geo might have needed him more than he needed Geo. Entirely ignoring the disturbances in the air, he moved on, slowly, before pausing.
“...I was so selfish.” Not only to ask the question, but to even show his face here in the first place. “Please... forgive me.”