[/html]Barthélémy felt himself physically deflate at Ahren's words. It wasn't okay! He wanted to shout it at Ahren, C'est ne pas pas mal!, he almost shouted, losing his words in slang and triple negatives. Not not bad? That would just be bad, c'est mal, but the meaning and intention of his thoughts were quickly deteriorating. He tensed, anticipating Ahren to comment on his obvious lack of understanding, but was surprised when the other male offered to teach him. Ahren? Teach him? Barthélémy was unsure if this was just some cruel joke-- he recalled how his siblings had always complained of how he could never understand a simple concept, and how he had struggled so much learning to read and write. It had come so naturally to them, but of course, it had been nothing short of an internal battle for him.
"C'est vrai?" he replied suddenly, quickly realizing how suspicious he must have sounded. "Désolé, je... j'aimerais apprendre... eh... uh, comment parler l'Anglais. S'il te plaît." He lowered his ears sheepishly, unsure of what he was supposed to do, or say, all the while hoping Ahren didn't call him out on his jumbled reply.
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