[Unlike most changes in the environment when their feelings manipulate the atmosphere, Nanu notices. Instead of having tunnel vision, he's hyper-aware of their surroundings; too focused. Anabel's front and center, of course, but the fact that he can't trust his own private thoughts all of a sudden has him on guard. Or at least, even more so than usual. He's very glad they chose to go grocery shopping at an odd time, when there are barely any customers in the rest of the store.]
[But on his guard as he may be, he knows he shouldn't. Not with Anabel, and not about this. Prodding him further is something he expects, yet somehow he still confesses only the bare minimum at first glance. It's not fair to her; it never is. More so after she's confessed one of the hardest things to confess, in public, without any preparation.]
[So he forces himself to stop avoiding her gaze, looking her straight in the eye, and nods. Hesitantly, at first. Then again to make sure.]
no the ones with lenses in them
[But on his guard as he may be, he knows he shouldn't. Not with Anabel, and not about this. Prodding him further is something he expects, yet somehow he still confesses only the bare minimum at first glance. It's not fair to her; it never is. More so after she's confessed one of the hardest things to confess, in public, without any preparation.]
[So he forces himself to stop avoiding her gaze, looking her straight in the eye, and nods. Hesitantly, at first. Then again to make sure.]
...Wouldn't admit it if I didn't.