I haven't got any inspiration. UGH.
"Why are you always so quiet?" he asks you one day, the question surfacing and ambushing you so suddenly that you don't know anything at all. You frown but never break your stride, enveloping yourself tighter with silence as your brow furrows and you work to find an answer to a question you weren't expecting. He keeps up with you (just barely) and actually waits, actually focusing on you and it's terrifying but unexpectedly he wants to know the reason for what he's never even considered considering before.
You say: "Hn." Eventually. How can you explain that while inside your head your thoughts are running at a hundred miles per hour, still very few make it beyond the barriers of your mouth? It's like your mind recoils from the sound of speech. You could tell him, you want to tell him, that it's because in his presence, you're tongue-tied.
