Owain's attention is pulled to the door, where the man is now running, looking like he's about to hurl. Barely realizing what is happening, Owain finds that as well as his eyes, the rest of him seems to have also followed Chrom out into the hallway.
Owain notices the bottle in his hand. "One side makes you sick, the other will cure you in a second. Well at least that's what Robin told me, but I'm not above telling people how to use these tome potions. Something on your mind Owain?"
Torn between a desire to smirk at the nonchalant childishness of the stranger, and between not answering his first question, Chrom remains silent for another minute. "If you really want I can give you some of the potion." Owain didn't answer his uncle. Deep down he was having thoughts. Different thoughts. Not only did he feel attracted to a man, but this man was also his uncle.
The thoughts were mutual with Chrom for the most part as well. He had noticed for quite some time that he was attracted to both men and women. But Owain always stood out to him. He was perfect in every way.
A moment of shock freezes over Chrom and Owain as they step closer to each other. Before they know it their lips are touching and are connected very passionately. Both know it's wrong, but they don't care to stop it.