Kyle felt her annoyance wash over him like a familiar haze, so accustomed he was to that particular emotion from her directed at him that it was almost comforting. Unusual, that such a thing could be comforting. That anything could be a comfort to him, but specifically an emotion tied to someone else. That indicated a level of intimacy he hadn't really been aware of until now, but then, the Force worked in mysterious ways.
He also went to sleep next to her more often then he had with anyone else, which was never.
It struck Kyle then that it was entirely possible what they were doing couldn't strictly be held within the confines of what might pass for a normal friendship. Not that 'normal' was a concept that he was at all familiar with here, and due to the nature of their reincarnates, they had something of an edge on the rest when it came to out of the ordinary. It did no good to compare their bond to anything else, even if he had something solid to compare it to. Still. It was also true that he was much more in tune with her than he would have thought possible.
For example, even when he didn't think he was tracking her movements, he noticed the smallest shifts in her behavior. The press of her lips that followed her annoyance, like she wanted to say something but chose not to. Not so strange, even if she usually never hesitated to say exactly what she wanted to say, however she wanted to say it. Kyle took her silence as a victory, though her sudden snort caught him briefly off guard. So often with Freya it was like putting together a puzzle. A small, charmingly volatile puzzle with a formidable high kick.
Freya's sudden movements with the book distracted him from taking her barbed remark too personally, as he inexplicably often did with any assumptions made by her about his life. Even, or especially, when they weren't that far off the mark. The desire to be seen and at the same time not seen by her was a constant war in his chest, unable to withstand a judgement from her that he felt was unfavorable and at the same time preferring that over anything closer to the truth. Even when it came to something as deceptively neutral as the way he was educated, though there was decidedly nothing neutral about the things that he was taught.
The movement of her hand caught his eye, but it was too fast for him to see the cover. All he saw was Freya hastily shoving a book from the shelves into her bag, and Kyle's eyebrow raised even further. That was unexpected, but before he could ask about it, she was already moving on.
Keeping up with Freya was an exercise all on its own, one that Kyle had to admit wasn't exactly boring. It was even a little thrilling.
"Something like that," he answered after a pause, thinking to himself that her assumptions about his schooling was actually almost exactly like that. Except the home schooling was a military school, and the education was extremely specific, even for that. For as long as Kyle could remember, he'd been under the care and training of people who fought with his parents, it got harder and harder to recall a time when his education had ever been anything remotely standard. "More of the latter, I suppose. If I was home schooled, I was too young to remember."
Not exactly the truth, but not a lie either. Letting her believe he'd spent most of his time in a military academy was... easier.
She still felt a little on edge to him as he followed her into another aisle, paying more attention to her now than the books on the shelves that she was peering so closely at. The corner of Kyle's mouth quirked upward in mild amusement at her final observation, releasing his hands from behind them and bringing them forward to cross over his chest and lean a shoulder against one of the shelves next to her with interest.
"How old do you think I am?" He asked the question unguarded, an innocent curiosity more than anything else. He wanted her answer.