"You lost your temper over me poking fun at your eyebrows, d'you know the size of the inkblot in the middle of your journal? I still ought to apologize. So I am."

Alfred crossed his arms, eyes wandering everywhere, but always just past Arthur. He'd stare past the teen's shoulder, or over his head, never straight at him. This was way too embarrassing.

"Yes, I actually want to hang out with you. That's why I asked you what I did in the journal before. I was...well, I got the idea that I might...try asking you out somewhere properly, and seeing as we both were coming here, it'd be easier."

He scoffed a little more loudly than he needed to.

"You're going to knee me in the balls for a date, really?"

Oops. He did not just say that, did he?