The corner of his mouth flickered again at the tell tale sounds of Freya fumbling with the book in her hands, not turning back around at her audible surprise to his unveiling but allowing himself to feel a small, private satisfaction that he'd actually caught her off guard for once. Something that should be so simple was surprisingly harder to accomplish, ever since the nature of their relationship had begun to change.
Something closer to friendship, as little as he still understood it, an almost natural ease between them growing out of the time they spent together during the evenings. Yes, he'd allowed her to grow comfortable with him, but the truth was, he'd grown comfortable with her too. He'd forgotten that he was supposed to be testing her.
He wished he could say that this was a test, but it wasn't. Kyle had wanted to see her reaction, yes, but not for any reason other than to know how she felt about it. A shock that mirrored his own, but rippled outward, accompanied by a fluster that drew his curiosity. Of course he felt that a little himself, but it was a strange thing. As impossible as the similarities between their two lives seemed, as soon as she said the words out loud, he seemed to accept the truth of them instantly. Of course they had the same birthday. Could they exist any other way but like this?
It also took some of the fear out of his own confession. As strongly as her surprise was felt, Kyle couldn't sense any rejection behind it. She would come to accept this about them like she had everything else so far, just as he had. The Force was a part of them, had always been in some way. This was just more proof of that, that they were meant to come together one day, and had been long before reincarnation ever took root. It was that knowledge which gave Kyle the confidence to move past his own quieter insecurities, the beliefs he already held so strongly in what the two of them were destined to do together growing more every day.
Kyle's eyes followed her as she caught up enough to walk in step with him without moving his head, still appearing to stare straight ahead as they moved down the aisle in a more painful silence. On her end, anyway. Kyle was momentarily comfortable in it, while she seemed to be struggling to find something to say. That, too, peaked his curiosity. Was she already coming to the same conclusions as he was about the two of them? She would have to be.
If you have a weird birthmark you can keep that to yourself. While her remarks about his speech and the way he walked temporarily stumped him (was the way he carried himself so very strange to her?), it was that final remark that finally got Kyle to turn his head towards her and raise one eyebrow, somewhere between bewilderment and actual amusement. His thoughts unwillingly drifted momentarily to consider whether or not she had one somewhere on her body before she almost immediately confirmed the existence of none, the fact that he had no birth mark of his own to claim was of no consequence to his more idle wondering.
When she paused, Kyle did the same almost automatically, looking down at her from his more towering height with a new kind of interest. The question she posed was strange to him, wondering to himself how important the answer really was to her. It wasn't as if he would know either way, not without more exploration. "That depends on what other secrets you're keeping, I suppose," he answered with a careful lightness to his tone that matched hers. Almost teasing, but not quite. Not waiting for a response he turned left at her direction, tone still light as he looked back, hands still clasped now out of principle. "What's wrong with the way I walk? Or did they not bother teaching good posture at your school."