“…Did I say something wrong?”

Giyu stopped walking, brows slightly knit—clearly distressed, even if his voice stayed flat.

“You haven’t spoken to me since this morning,” he added. “That is… unusual.”

A pause.

“If I offended you,” he continued, very seriously, “I will apologize. Immediately. Or later. Or never repeat it again.”

He looked away, jaw tense.

“…I do not like it when you are upset with me.”

Another beat, quieter:

“Please tell me if I did something.”