[It's not the reaction he expects, to be honest, though he supposes he wouldn't want to rush out into a busy establishment when he's sporting a raging boner. Riddle's reckless, but maybe not that reckless.
Floyd's still tending to Floyd Jr. when he hears that muttered response... and it's just strange enough to give him pause. He's never heard Riddle sound like this before. It's as curious as it is concerning.
Thinking it, Floyd waits a couple of beats before clumsily shutting the stall door, locking it, then crouching down in front of Riddle's curled up form.]
Are you crying, Goldfishie?
[he asks, his tone soft in spite of the circumstances.]
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Floyd's still tending to Floyd Jr. when he hears that muttered response... and it's just strange enough to give him pause. He's never heard Riddle sound like this before. It's as curious as it is concerning.
Thinking it, Floyd waits a couple of beats before clumsily shutting the stall door, locking it, then crouching down in front of Riddle's curled up form.]
Are you crying, Goldfishie?
[he asks, his tone soft in spite of the circumstances.]