fifteen year old kaidan would be baffled by the conversation he's having with la'harya — he can still remember their time in the circle, holed up studying different kids of magic. well, harry was. he watched her, paying close attention to her face and body language as she actually did his work and he dreamed of what it might be like to have her like him back. “ it's not like i really gave you any reason to think i might have felt that way. all i did was look at you and blush whenever you complimented me. ” kaidan laughs, arm rubbing at the back of his neck. it's only brief, however, as he rests his hands against her arms, just above her elbows. “ besides, you know how i feel now. hopefully it's less easy to miss than some teenager silently wishing the girl he liked would say yes to a late - night study session. ”