So, they will just not talk about their little... bout of excitement. Malleus is fine with that, even though it nags at the back of his mind, the way it had felt to have Lilia press against him, and the offer to help-
No, he's not thinking about that. He focuses instead on the warmth and the nostalgia of that forehead-touch. Things will stay the same, Malleus tells himself, and he is more than happy with that.
"I would prefer the two of us get ample rest for school tomorrow." Though time in Briar Valley moves quite differently than here, and Lilia is the sort to be awake in the night... as is Malleus, if his late-night walks are anything to take into consideration.
Even though he is not asked, Malleus politely averts his gaze, only glancing back when he is asked to fetch a rag. He doesn't bother offering to clean the mess himself, because the thought does not even cross his mind. Instead, he looks around for a bit of cloth that might suffice - a crumpled hand-towel will do, yes? - and offers it out to Lilia, still not looking directly at him.
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No, he's not thinking about that. He focuses instead on the warmth and the nostalgia of that forehead-touch. Things will stay the same, Malleus tells himself, and he is more than happy with that.
"I would prefer the two of us get ample rest for school tomorrow." Though time in Briar Valley moves quite differently than here, and Lilia is the sort to be awake in the night... as is Malleus, if his late-night walks are anything to take into consideration.
Even though he is not asked, Malleus politely averts his gaze, only glancing back when he is asked to fetch a rag. He doesn't bother offering to clean the mess himself, because the thought does not even cross his mind. Instead, he looks around for a bit of cloth that might suffice - a crumpled hand-towel will do, yes? - and offers it out to Lilia, still not looking directly at him.