[ ah, right. the people. gray pulls back and so does flat, who similarly rubs the tears in his eyes with the back of his hand and a single sniffle. other than that, he seems to be doing just fine, lips curled upwards into his usual smile.

though fine doesn't last long, as he registers her question. he replays the last few things that he said, and realizes that he might have slipped up just a bit. ]

Oh, uh-- no! Don't worry about it. I'm just saying stuff, haha.

[ he waves his palms in front of his chest, a nervous laugh bubbling out. sorry gray, maybe some other time! and, in an attempt to both push the subject away and also genuine concern, he switches the conversation up, eyes focused on the scar on her face. ]

What's that scar from? Did you get it from a fight?