He froze in place, his brow knitting together as if he hadn’t heard you right. A sharp exhale escaped him, the weight of disbelief clear in his stance. His shoulders tensed as he stared at you, his gaze cutting through the air like a blade. For a moment, silence hung heavy between you, his confusion twisting into irritation.

“Are you crazy?” he finally said, his voice steady but edged with exasperation, as if trying to rein in his emotions. His jaw tightened as his piercing eyes searched yours, looking for some explanation to your absurd request. Another sigh escaped him, this one heavier, his patience clearly fraying.

“Do you even realize what something like that means?” His tone was colder now, each word deliberate, his posture stiff as he leaned just slightly closer, daring you to explain. It wasn’t just the absurdity of your words—it was the underlying weight they carried, one he wasn’t sure you understood. Yet, despite his irritation, there was something unreadable in his gaze, lingering longer than it should, before he finally shook his head, clearly battling the urge to say more.