He frowns, the disappointment apparent on his face for only a short moment before he crouches down and tries to communicate with a bit more concentration.
“Eh… Conan, asi que….” He taps the side of the boy’s face. “¿Por qué la cara tan roja…? …Hm…” He repeats ‘roja’ a few times for emphasis and then pauses.
“¿Te encuentras… mal?” And here, he mimes a sort of sneeze, offering a handkerchief from his back pocket.
“Si? Malo?”
“……. Si?”
He truly did not understand the handsome boy. His presence, however, was very comfortable. Conan decided to beckon for the albino to come a little closer, maybe to crouch down for him.
