[As soon as it's formed, the ice starts to bubble away. It only vaguely registers that the other boy is just as responsible for that little quirk as he is for the act of freezing his hand on the spot in the first place.]
[He can't speak.]
[He doesn't.]
[He snatches his hand back at once and jams it into the crook of his elbow opposite, rubbing at it to warm the blood, to fight away the chill compressing his veins, and if Shouto was expecting some sort of verbal response or any response at all, to be honest, he's not going to get one.]
[Gabe has gone completely and uncharacteristically silent, and no longer seems to have registered that Shouto is even there.]
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[He can't speak.]
[He doesn't.]
[He snatches his hand back at once and jams it into the crook of his elbow opposite, rubbing at it to warm the blood, to fight away the chill compressing his veins, and if Shouto was expecting some sort of verbal response or any response at all, to be honest, he's not going to get one.]
[Gabe has gone completely and uncharacteristically silent, and no longer seems to have registered that Shouto is even there.]