Theron really didn't even know what to say, and the silence was starting to get quite loud.
Tears brimmed in Lyra's eyes, and she threatened to burst into another fit of them, and Theron could only look on helplessly.
It wasn't like he was opposed, but Lyra also seemed to be trying to make him pick her and her alone. Theron himself wasn't even sure of what he wanted.
He teased Ayame a lot, but that was also because he knew quite well that they were a long way from anything serious. Not even remotely close.
He hadn't even fully understood why he was drawn to Ayame in the first place. He had only known her for a short time, functionally speaking. He could probably recount all of their conversations word for word, that was how few of them there had been.
Comparatively, he had had many more conversations with Lyra and spent much more time with her, but he had never really felt drawn to her in the same way.
