Zavien
Zavien's face scrunched, adorable confusion overshadowing the embarrassment just a hint, enough for him to rub a considering hand against the scruff on his chin. "But - I mean - men and women are so different." Not just in the sense of parts, but tastes and preferences. "It can't exactly be the same. Right?" He looked to his friend, head tilted as he tries to piece together what exactly he means.
The next question Thorn poses is more painful because he doesn't know enough about Lena or her experience to give him an answer. Zavien flinches a little, glancing away. "N-no. We haven't really talked about it..." Between scheming against the Void, his embarrassment, and then his untimely death, they hadn't been able to steal away much time for such intimate conversations. That doesn't mean he hasn't thought about it. She's around the same age, gorgeous, and obviously more comfortable with the topic. "I'd be surprised if she hasn't, but I guess that's another thing I need to ask..."
The next question Thorn poses is more painful because he doesn't know enough about Lena or her experience to give him an answer. Zavien flinches a little, glancing away. "N-no. We haven't really talked about it..." Between scheming against the Void, his embarrassment, and then his untimely death, they hadn't been able to steal away much time for such intimate conversations. That doesn't mean he hasn't thought about it. She's around the same age, gorgeous, and obviously more comfortable with the topic. "I'd be surprised if she hasn't, but I guess that's another thing I need to ask..."
You don't have to prove anyone wrong.
You just have to prove yourself right.
You just have to prove yourself right.
