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Eamon's eyes darted down, down to where Indigo's arm had brushed along his. He stared for a long moment, jerking his head back up quickly once he'd realized he'd been still for too long, a sheepish look rising and warm cheeks to match.
"Uhhhhh...." Distracted? Yeah. What was the question?
His feet kept moving down the path Indigo had chosen as he wracked his brain for the question. Oh. Right. "Um... same as you, I guess. Just kind of looking for some peace and quiet.. somewhere to think and just.. be." He stole a quick glance at the other boy, gaze falling to the ground again almost as quickly as it had come up. "Or maybe to not think, if that makes sense? Just some mindless choices? Left, right, right, left. Just to see what happens."
Indigo noticed the way Eamon looked at where their arms had touched, and he noticed the flush of his cheeks. How that made him feel wasn't as obvious. For now he just ignored those things that he was feeling because ignoring his feelings was easier than dealing with them. He'd deal with it later. Probably. Maybe.
He found himself nodding along to what Eamon was saying before he even really processed that he was speaking. He forced himself out of his own thoughts so he could listen instead.
"Yeah, that does make sense." Their lines of thinking had been pretty similar, which was something that Indigo was finding happened a lot. Him and Eamon thinking along the same lines. It was one of the reasons he liked hanging out with him. He felt that they were fairly similar in a lot of ways.
"Which way?" He asked when they came to an intersection. He was also trying to think of other things to ask, to keep the conversation flowing.
"So, uh, how's your year been going so far?" Seventh year. Eamon was a seventh year which meant things like NEWTs, and graduation at the end of the year.