[this is one of those things that makes Manabu seem much younger than he is. attraction, romantic advances, things like that are so far out from his scope, him so work-focused and...well. thick-headed. his failure to understand nuance in those regards is crippling as well, but damn, he's never had anyone bluntly, straight-up call him dateable. let alone it coming from someone younger.

they don't cover that stuff in SDF basic.

Manabu bumps the door in nearly losing his balance yanking his boot on. he plants both feet and holds his breath, having to stop a minute to think what he's doing, did he do it right, and what was next. and what--]

Huh? [he looks up, gawking dumbly. it takes a minute to process what Brendan said.]

Oh, uh. Mm, that's okay. I mean-- [his eyes wince.] I don't mind...either way.

[an attempt at chilling the hell out is made in smoothing out his shirt and pants, but he still feels uncomfortable in ways he can't properly interpret. he sucks in a deep breath, holds it for a moment, and then straightens up, heels together and arms pressed at his sides.

he bows low, eyes squeezed shut.]

I'm sorry for the trouble! And any confusion! [his shoulders start to tense up against his neck.] When it comes to those kinds of things, I'm! Not great...so. So! So please excuse my rude behavior.