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Autistic, Julian thought, a mundane word to describe Ty. Kit desperately looked like he wanted to change the subject. Averting eye contact the best he could.
"Tell me Herondale,'' Julian said with amusement that made Kit roll his eyes, "Tell me what you think of LA Institute life."
He knew the answer already but the young blonde would be staying at his home for some time. If Julian was going to keep him safe he needed a bit of mutual trust.
"You mean rooming with all you stupid hot people? Haven't I not made it clear enough" Kit replied.
"Hot huh, Christopher?" was all Julian said, even more amused.
Kit winced at his full name. A reminder of his father.
"Yes," Kit recovered quickly, "Hot. With one to the extent of beautiful." His breath hitched of who was thinking of, and his cheeks turned a bit pink at admitting it out loud.
Julian processed this. Emma was who he first thought when someone speaks of beauty.
"Emma?" he asked.
"What," Kit recoiled "No"
"Wait," protectiveness flared in Julian, "Livvy?"
'Try the other twin Jules'. Kit froze after a second.
He had said that out loud. He felt the air leave his mouth.
"You can’t call me- WAIT WHAT"
Kit looked out the window, embarrassed. He didn't really want to elaborate.
"You know what," Julian said, "I don't even wanna know…."