N makes the most precious face when he's angry, grey eyes narrowed and one can feel him seething for all of a millisecond beneath the intensity of his gaze, and his bottom lip juts out just slightly; it's barely noticeable but Touya always picks up on it because he's never seen anything so perfect before in his life. N almost pouts, averts his gaze just enough to avoid eye-contact and he's surprisingly capable of some sharp wit and scathing sarcasm when the mood suits him. His tone is always clipped and indignant when he speaks, hmph, whatever, well, fine; because N thinks in his head and deep in his heart that he can do no wrong and he's always right and he always means well so no matter what he does or how unreasonable he can be, everything will always be okay. He can cross his arms, lean away, run away from home, sniffle and cry to his heart's content and Touya will always love him no matter what.