[ sydney lets out a pained noise, a light blush on his face. ]
"kylar-!"
[ it's shocking, though not entirely. kylar had always been defensive. sydney just hadn't seen him like this in a long time. ]
"no, nothing of the sort! no- i... will you just give me a chance to + "
“ g- get off of me! ”
( he slaps sydney’s hand off of him, turning around to face him fully. his anger hasn’t dissipated, no, it’s only gotten worse. yet still, perhaps a more hidden side of himself makes him stay.
he thought his days of yearning were in the past.
>
"+ finish my sentence?!"
[ sydney looks hurt, if anything. he can't blame kylar, though... ]
[ years and years of purposeful ignorance towards kylar and his struggles obviously would take a toll on him ... the judgemental looks, the lack of interference. ]