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[to unknowingly add to Crois' theory, he shuts the door behind them.

He looks confused]

You're going to have to be more specific, Crois.

You know where my bedroom is, Sancho.

[. . .]

So? You knew where mine was, too.

And you shut the door immediately as a force of habit.

[he leans against said door, crossing his arms]

I did.

So call me curious.

[he's pretty sure he's not emotionally ready for this conversation, but.

He shrugs a shoulder]

I'm curious about what you think it might be.

[ Here's the thing: because this is Crois, he's going through several "if-then" scenarios in his head.

And he likes Tyr, he does. And something's been feeling— off. Enough that he doesn't actually want to push it. He could, though. How Tyr's lingered around him, his reactions when he thinks he isn't looking, the little things — he could nail him to the wall with it.

But he doesn't particularly want to at the moment. Tyr is aware that he's aware. That's enough for now. ]

Then I guess you'll have to keep being curious, hmm?

[ He flashes a grin and moves to go through the papers. ]

[he smiles a little back, then glances down at the floor.

It's selfish to tell him. But it's something Crois would have wanted to know, too, probably. He can't decide which one it is and it isn't something he's given much thought either, because he's been with Crois almost the entire time.

. . . ]

It's been a lot today. I don't mind both of us staying curious for now.