[His expression holds steady and somber, just the edges of frustration flickering against the edges, propping a leg on his knee with his head still rested against his knuckles while he waits for her to finish. She was running in a circle again, but at least he could try to keep up with this one. She'd befriended him, something in an attempt to help Duke be a little less antisocial, maybe... and she now thinks it had backfired? Mmm.

It's only when she's put the SFC down that he bothers to speak again.]

So you think - for some outlandish reason - that he hurt himself because you tried to be friends and now he... well, has feelings for you.

[He raises a brow. Is he even close at all?]