[Unfortunately Klavier's shtick is trying to make sense of the insensible and presently he's trying to thread together sleeping with Issei, to Greed's dismissal of him the evening before, to his strange frustration now. The ex-rocker wasn't sure if he had really done something wrong, despite being the one who felt wronged in the first place, or if this was Greed being whimsical. Certainly there were some far fetched answers, but they seemed unlikely to Klavier as they were counterintuitive to things his companion has said in the past. Well, the first thing that came to mind was that Issei was Greed's Issei and Klavier was Greed's Klavier and the two should not mix. It would explain the possessiveness, but it wouldn't explain the repetition of "you're not mine" and "I don't want you" that came from the Homunculus. Unless Greed was lying, but that also couldn't be the case because he didn't lie, so as much as it hurt his brain to think about it he was back at point zero.
Or rather he was flat on his back, unexpectedly, against the table with Greed looking down at him in his temper. The attorney can't figure out why he's so intent on having eye-contact. The situation has such an intensity about it that he's finding it almost difficult to maintain that contact. It's a cross between anxiety and anticipation, with his chest feeling tight and his breathing coming in just as short as it had been while he was kissing Greed. He could also feel his heart hammering away in his chest, wondering idly if it would break his ribs. Clearly he wants to say something and he opens his mouth to try...but the words get caught right there and he finds himself at a loss for what to say. That's when the eye-contact breaks, drifting to the side to find a clue, but there's nothing in the scattered mess on his desk, the wall of guitars, the large screens glaring down at him, or in the floor-to-ceiling picture windows overlooking the city.]
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Or rather he was flat on his back, unexpectedly, against the table with Greed looking down at him in his temper. The attorney can't figure out why he's so intent on having eye-contact. The situation has such an intensity about it that he's finding it almost difficult to maintain that contact. It's a cross between anxiety and anticipation, with his chest feeling tight and his breathing coming in just as short as it had been while he was kissing Greed. He could also feel his heart hammering away in his chest, wondering idly if it would break his ribs. Clearly he wants to say something and he opens his mouth to try...but the words get caught right there and he finds himself at a loss for what to say. That's when the eye-contact breaks, drifting to the side to find a clue, but there's nothing in the scattered mess on his desk, the wall of guitars, the large screens glaring down at him, or in the floor-to-ceiling picture windows overlooking the city.]