"That might be stretching it..." Scar mumbled, more out of some attempt to save his pride than anything else. He was looking anywhere but Lust the longer she spoke. Why did he have to feel so uncomfortable with all of this? He wasn't ready for this, wasn't ready to talk to her like this, to know that she thought of him so often.

Even if he had known for a while, it didn't make it any less uncomfortable.

"You should have just asked," he finally muttered, not irritated, just quiet.