[Staring back only really adds to the length of time of Shun's little inspection, because he's paying particular attention to Ren's slitted pupils. Ignoring the fact that they're entirely useless for what he was originally intending to glean from looking at Ren's eyes, this is the first time he's really noticed the detail.
However, he wouldn't be paying as much attention if that was the only reason - rather than trying to figure anything about the eyes out, he's trying to figure out why his attention was drawn by them so easily in the first place. Facial features aren't usually something he notices any more than as a means to identify someone.
It takes him a moment to consider the point that he's leaving his attention here to think without really needing to, and without being overpowered by his usual restless urge to look around him and scope out the environment. That means, he supposes, that it's what people would call a "nice" thing to look at.
The mention of his name snaps him out of the introspective moment, though, and Shun draws back slightly, letting up the pressure a little in accordance with the motion, blinking in the direction of Ren's wrists as he belatedly notices the change in pulse speed.]
It's nothing. You're fine. [Now what was it he'd said before, and how exactly did he miss it so thoroughly?] ...If you think you need it.
[That had better be an accurate answer, because he legitimately doesn't know how he failed to register the bulk of what was said.]
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However, he wouldn't be paying as much attention if that was the only reason - rather than trying to figure anything about the eyes out, he's trying to figure out why his attention was drawn by them so easily in the first place. Facial features aren't usually something he notices any more than as a means to identify someone.
It takes him a moment to consider the point that he's leaving his attention here to think without really needing to, and without being overpowered by his usual restless urge to look around him and scope out the environment. That means, he supposes, that it's what people would call a "nice" thing to look at.
The mention of his name snaps him out of the introspective moment, though, and Shun draws back slightly, letting up the pressure a little in accordance with the motion, blinking in the direction of Ren's wrists as he belatedly notices the change in pulse speed.]
It's nothing. You're fine. [Now what was it he'd said before, and how exactly did he miss it so thoroughly?] ...If you think you need it.
[That had better be an accurate answer, because he legitimately doesn't know how he failed to register the bulk of what was said.]