[He's heard about this kind of rain before, hasn't he? Neuvillette tries to keep his mind off the itching awareness of the person stood next to him until he feels eyes on him again and is drawn to glancing back.
It's... embarrassing, to a point.]
I think I understand.
[And it is entirely only because of his closeness with Navia that he even recognises the prompt.]
no subject
It's... embarrassing, to a point.]
I think I understand.
[And it is entirely only because of his closeness with Navia that he even recognises the prompt.]
A certain desire for physical contact.