[ it's really, really embarrassing to talk about this. nazuna feels guilty, embarrassed, and even a little ashamed (nothing like being raised devoutly catholic to instill that one in you), and he won't look at apollo, staring at the ceiling, instead.

his ears are bright red, still, though he looks a little wan, most of the flush fading. ] ...Not like that. [ why would he? that traitorous little voice asks.

after a second, the sadness clears, though, and he puts his hands up, putting on a smile. ] It's okay, it's okay! I gave up on it a long time ago. It's been a long time! It's just been weird trying to adjust, you know?