[It all sinks in very suddenly and with great prejudice, honestly. One second he's placidly and innocently straddling Stahn, and the next he's gone rigid, expression properly flustered to match Stahn's. Now that he realizes exactly how he's sitting, and exactly how it's flustered Stahn, he can't deny that this is ridiculously embarrassing. He hadn't meant to do this, after all. It had just...happened.
And now, he's not actually sure what to do with it, because he was comfortable like this, and Stahn clearly doesn't want him to get up, and yet--
There's a distinct blush to Leon's face now that it's all sinking in, though he can only clear his throat, hands still pressed to Stahn's chest.]
... Ah.
[Yeah, Leon.
"Ah."]
I... that is, this position is-- [... UH.] ...I didn't mean to fluster you.
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And now, he's not actually sure what to do with it, because he was comfortable like this, and Stahn clearly doesn't want him to get up, and yet--
There's a distinct blush to Leon's face now that it's all sinking in, though he can only clear his throat, hands still pressed to Stahn's chest.]
... Ah.
[Yeah, Leon.
"Ah."]
I... that is, this position is-- [... UH.] ...I didn't mean to fluster you.
[SHOULD HE MOVE? He feels like he should move.]