The canopy was coming together, and the two spent their time since that awkward finding in silence. Although Ahote was intrigued by the funny-looking scars, he quickly moved on and refocused on the canopy itself, what he was going to eat tonight, and other things. The monotony of it all continued for a small period of time before the abrupt thud of the mattress shifting into its new frame broke their pace, and his focus. Ahote was bending over, grabbing debris that had littered the floor as they reached the end of the canopy's assembly, but stopped in his tracks when Icarus asked him a question.
Ahote leaned up from his bent position, a look of solemnity and fatigue on his face as a sigh blew out of his nose. He didn't turn around to face Icarus, but he did look over his shoulder to see what exactly had bothered him so. Both of his wrists were laid bare in front of him, two identical scars in full view, as well as an almost hurt express to go with it on Icarus's face. How... annoying. Ahote looked like he was suppressing irritation when he heard that question and the anticipation in its tone. It was the equivalent of making exaggerated sighs, and when someone asked them what was wrong, they'd reply 'I'm fine' or whatever. But once you left them to their own devices, they'd sigh even more, or worse, get upset at you for not addressing their feelings. Honestly, how self-centered was that? It was just obnoxious.
"Even if I did, would you really tell me? You're a grown man. If you want someone to listen to you, you need to meet them halfway and start that conversation." Ahote clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he turned around to face Icarus with his arms folded over his chest, "Why don't we talk about this now, Icarus? Our relationship."
Even though it was mostly his irritation speaking, Ahote was honest and blunt regardless of his circumstances. But maybe he was being too harsh?