Everrett tried not to let the sadness in his eyes come across as pity; the last thing he wanted was the other boy to withdraw, thinking he felt that. It wasn't pity - pity was a horrible word and Everrett didn't even like to think about it. It was just a deep sense of... well, mournfulness.
He'd never been completely comfortable in his own skin and his knowledge of those around him, of what they could do with their bodies. He was even uncomfortable here, talking about it with someone that just seemed so untouched by it all, unfazed by what kind of embarrassment it could arouse in people who came from the social background where it was deemed taboo to talk about it so openly and naively.
"You awe me," he said extremely softly, his thumb brushing up between Ky's brows. Above them, space matter and dust moved slowly, twinkling in the reflection of Everrett's glasses.