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He gives an understanding grin. Brings to the surface the confidence and warmth he sometimes keep in the recesses of his mind.
Itâs distinct, however. He maintains a chill, composed nature so his friends donât feel any kind of pressure when they face any kind of problem â a foe, for example.
He wonders, idly, if this does bother Rise. Head tilted, smile calm â but maybe his eyes were a little glazed, a little more nearing worshipful. âCozy?â He asks with harmless sarcasm. He doesnât know what to do in this kind of situation - what does he do? What does anyone say when they meet a famous idol upon his lap? He never believed he would be deserving of such an opportunity.
But to think of her like just an idol would go against all his beliefs; sheâs a normal person just like him. He glances down at her and is reminded of their good moments, completely forgetting about her facade towards her public. His eyelids shut after catching a glimpse of her face, falling asleep huh?
His smile, again, cools into something softer, gently curious. He lapses back into silence Hands gathering wild strands of her hair to comb through them and caress He isnât sure what else to say, and he believes thereâs nothing else to say. Let the hard-working Rise rest, he feels glad she trusts him enough to do this. It makes his whole self swell in delight.
