[Linhardt finds himself glancing away when Hubert stares for that long moment. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything; maybe they'd both gotten so comfortably numbed by this that maybe it's for the best that things ended up like that. It's not like Linhardt knows how to address everything that happened there, how the experiment certainly failed, how much he genuinely wanted to kiss Hubert (just to see what it was like, he thinks, but is that the truth? he doesn't know), and--

Hubert's words get Linhardt to glance back, mouth agape for a moment as he props himself up. That's...]

You aren't?

[...He appreciates the clarification there, at least.]

I thought...well, I genuinely thought I may have angered you, by springing that onto you. [...] I appreciate knowing that much.