Ben sighed and shook his head.

"...He would have made another gay joke." Ben informed.

Haru blinked at him. "A joke about...?"

"My 'staring'." Ben replied dryly.

"Oh... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned it," Haru whispered. "I just... I am wondering why you are keep looking at me..."

"What else am I going to look at?" Ben shrugged. "I tend to look at the people I talk to."

"Oh... perhaps it is a culture difference," Haru commented, looking away once more.

"Why don't you ever look at the people you talk to?" Ben asked.

"My father taught me not to," Haru admitted, playing with the edge of his long, soaked sleeves.

Ben remembered suddenly that they were both soaked and freezing. He piked up the blanket that Wyatt used when he visited and moved closer to Haru- draping it around the both of them.

Haru looked up at him in surprise, his cheeks flushing again, wet waves sticking to them and dark eyes seeming to sparkle the same way they had in-game... though they were blue in game.

Ben liked them brown, more.

"...Now you stare and you have nothing to say." Ben frowned.

"I'm sorry!" Haru squeaked, wincing and lowering his eyes.

"You're odd." Ben said- putting an arm around Haru.

Haru's breath caught in surprise, his entire face blushing. "A-ano..."

"I'm cold." Ben explained.

"Aa..." Haru whispered, before he went silent again, staring down at his lap.