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He wasnāt entirely sure what was wrong. One moment everyone was enjoying themselves at the get together and then the next, tension had broken out. Maybe it happened while he had taken a moment to himself; hidden away in the bathroom sipping nervously at a cup of water. Or maybe it was during the time he mentally blanked out, spaced away in thoughts about the past and where his Pokemon would be in the future. Whatever the reason, he wasnāt sure. What he was sure about was that he had stepped outside to double check that things werenāt too rough and nobody split up.Ā
Sitting alone in the frigid, snowy weather was Falkner, isolated from the rest of the individuals inside the rather loud apartment building. As far as Red knew, the gym leader wasnāt someone who had been in the turmoil; so to see him out and away from everyone else was..somewhat confusing.Ā
Regardless, he moves over and stands beside the stone bench he was resting on, curiousness silently speaking through vision. Falkner doesnāt respond, and it only makes him feel as if he really did miss more than he thought and something heavy happened. The singular eye he can spot looks dull, distantāsimilar to how someone appeared when their emotions felt like a downpour but time had stopped. He could ask about it.. but he felt as if that wasnāt the right conclusion.Ā Ā
His throat remains wordless, freely allowing ticking seconds to pass while he thinks. Itās hesitant, as he worries itāll bring nothing but disgust and rejection, but eventually, he does lean in. Frosty breath escapes parted lips that slowly come to the fringe of blue bangs, and with a small inch forward, he finds the warmth of Falknerās forehead. Awkward as it was, he lingers for several heartbeats, then backs up, offering a quiet, beginning smile in hopes to get a positive message across.Ā









