*Pewdie's POV*
By the end of that week, Mr. Chair had taught {Name} a lot of things. He/She knew who we all were, and what our names are, as well as our location. When Mr. Chair told him/her that Piggeh was his/her father as well, he/she was really confused, but Mr. Chair seemed too shy to explain. We also learned that {Name} had wings because he/she was immortal; he/she has no age.
During the week, I noticed something. Cry seemed to really like talking with {Name}. His eyes, however, would always wander around the room behind his mask. He could never make eye contact with {Name}. From the looks of it, Cry seemed like he was straining to stop himself from doing something. I didn't know what it was he didn't want to do, though.
One day, Cry and I were cleaning up around the bedroom we share while having a conversation. At one point, I said, "{Name} is a really nice guy/girl, huh?" Cry looked from me, to his sock drawer, from me, to the sock drawer. Finally, he nodded. And when he did, I saw him do it - he blushed.
I slowly went over to him, and peered at his face. The little poker face mask had two little pink spots on the cheeks. They seemed to turn redder when I looked at him. "Cry, are you...blushing?," I asked. Cry looked at me, and jumped like he was shocked, even though it looked really fake. "Um, no," he stuttered. "There's no reason to blush. Why would I be blushing? I-I'm so not blushing! You're so silly, Pewdie! I'm not blushing at all!" As he babbled away nervously, he backed out of the room.
He must've gone into the bathroom, because there was a loud slam coming from that direction. Then there was a ker-CHUNK as he locked the door behind him. Was Cry feeling alright? He never acted so...strange...over one little question like that!