[The sudden speed with which Childe stops dead in his tracks is nothing short of impressive, immediately falling completely silent as he stares off into the dark hallway ahead of them. There's tension in his shoulders, jaw clenched up tight as his teeth silently grind together. Jason's casual remark very clearly crossed some sort of line that Childe himself hadn't realized was there, let alone one that he'd been leading the conversation towards.
It was a natural conclusion to draw, given the way Childe had been describing things.
A sharp exhale whistles loudly past his nostrils, and after what feels like an eternity he starts to walk once more, the hand on Jason's waist curling around the fabric of the guy's shirt in a fist so tight it shakes.]
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It was a natural conclusion to draw, given the way Childe had been describing things.
A sharp exhale whistles loudly past his nostrils, and after what feels like an eternity he starts to walk once more, the hand on Jason's waist curling around the fabric of the guy's shirt in a fist so tight it shakes.]
Not necessarily.