[He'd... Appreciate not getting that look, which is a look he gets a lot honestly but can only now really feel anything about, and he knows she's not actually disappointed in him or anything but it still feels that way. He's made to be sensitive to that, after all, and was so even before he admitted he was becoming deviant.
But he tries to shake it off for now, refocusing on the task at hand.]
It's fine.
[He'll figure it out. He carefully drapes each article of clothing over the racks, so he can see them all together, considering the colors and feeling the fabrics and trying to look inward for that sense of 'like' or 'dislike' that he's still learning to recognize.
A pair of dark jeans ends up being his first pick; they're not as loose as the ones he normally wears with his uniform, but they're the most familiar and he's not sure if he actually likes them or is choosing them because of the familiarity. Either way, though, he's at least chosen them.
He almost asks 'are these okay?' before changing his mind, reminding himself that he doesn't have to ask.]
no subject
But he tries to shake it off for now, refocusing on the task at hand.]
It's fine.
[He'll figure it out. He carefully drapes each article of clothing over the racks, so he can see them all together, considering the colors and feeling the fabrics and trying to look inward for that sense of 'like' or 'dislike' that he's still learning to recognize.
A pair of dark jeans ends up being his first pick; they're not as loose as the ones he normally wears with his uniform, but they're the most familiar and he's not sure if he actually likes them or is choosing them because of the familiarity. Either way, though, he's at least chosen them.
He almost asks 'are these okay?' before changing his mind, reminding himself that he doesn't have to ask.]
I like these.