His eyes would gently look up to her, sad, modified even. He was hurt, and there was no denying even if he wanted to. His face said it all. "Something's happened."
And though she was also one of his best friends, someone he may have actually cared about, he wasn't ready. He didn't want to worry her, and if she didn't worry he didn't want her to ignore it for him. Everyone was gone. He was alone. But not entirely.
"I need..." He would tisk as he shot a look to the sky in an effort to not make eye contact any longer. "I need to..."To go; To leave; Do I need to just stay away? He felt something for her, and though it wasn't like what he felt for Zaria he knew it was something. But maybe this was him not wanting to lose her. Maybe he was scarred of her dying or just vanishing. If he left now, maybe he could come back later. Or maybe not. His eyes would come back to meet her emeralds.
