Ric's demeanor had left Shatterstar standing there leaning forward, frozen with shock and disbelief at Rictor's unfriendly brush off. His eyes widened as he eyed his boyfriend wildly up and down, unable to understand what had just happened. His gaze started then sweeping the room itself, trying to discern the reason for Rictor's ill humor. Perhaps he had done something he'd forgotten, or forgotten something he was supposed to do? It wasn't his turn to clean the bathroom, he didn't think. He looked at the floor and at the wastebasket, recalling that one time when he'd accidentally kicked the pizza box under the bed and by the time they found it again it resembled a biology project. He finally straightened up to a sheepish slouch and cleared his throat.
"What did I do wrong?" he asked directly, neither having the verbal acuity nor the inclination to beat around the bush. The question sounded guarded, his voice careful. "Hm?" Inside, he wanted to scream that he wasn't hovering any more, or whatever it was Julio thought he was doing.