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It would appear that the reason why Zell was so still was from the people they passed by gawking at them. His face grew to a bright red color as he tried to hide his face behind his hands. It was hard for Zell to understand why being carried as he was so necessary. The giggling didn’t help either. If anything it made Zell tense. Like a spring being pressed down on, he felt rather stiff.
When he was finally set back on his feet Zell tried to take a deep breath to get him to relax. To no avail it didn’t work. Now with Squall’s placing his hand on the brawler’s face, Zell nearly felt his knees buckle on him. Why was he acting like that? He should have been crawling into the brunet’s arms and squeezing him until Squall protested. And yet, he felt nervous. Almost afraid of stepping on the other’s toes. It seemed his behavior didn’t go unnoticed as Squall was commenting on Zell often running.
“I, I can talk--” Zell blurted out. In spite of Squall’s habit of wearing gloves, it was still his hand of Zell’s face, and it was hard not to focus on it. “What do you want to talk about?”
