[The banging is enough to jolt Red upright, but it takes him a minute to process them which leaves him sitting dumbly on the couch. Before he can properly react, there's someone stumbling drunkenly through his backdoor - Blue.
[He turns to face him, fists clenching over the couch as the tightness in his chest increases. He looks frozen, like something is building up in him and trying to explode. He doesn't look angry or anything - a little shocked, a little confused, but there's something else too. He looks a little scared, almost, or at least nervous.
[And then, a moment later, it's frustration. He can see the pleading in Blue's eyes, his silent, open mouth - he can't find the words either. Now would be a really good time for Red to start talking, huh? He scolds himself for his silence now, cheeks turning pink with what could be either embarrassment or frustration. His own mouth falls open, but even as it stammers, no sound comes out.]
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[He turns to face him, fists clenching over the couch as the tightness in his chest increases. He looks frozen, like something is building up in him and trying to explode. He doesn't look angry or anything - a little shocked, a little confused, but there's something else too. He looks a little scared, almost, or at least nervous.
[And then, a moment later, it's frustration. He can see the pleading in Blue's eyes, his silent, open mouth - he can't find the words either. Now would be a really good time for Red to start talking, huh? He scolds himself for his silence now, cheeks turning pink with what could be either embarrassment or frustration. His own mouth falls open, but even as it stammers, no sound comes out.]