The sensation of body warmth emanating from the other’s tiny hand as he held it was so strange… Especially when he thought about it. That was what he felt like. And every time he went to visit Ferid… this is how it felt. He tried to shake those thoughts away, clearing his throat. “Good. If anyone says anything, let me deal with it, alright?” It certainly would be quite a strange sight, the two of them walking hand in hand. He’d have to think of some explanation…
☆彡 Every few seconds, the boy glanced from where they were walking to the elder, who seemed distracted by something. He decided that he probably wouldn’t understand it–he didn’t understand the situation in general–and resisted asking, settling instead for humming under his breath as he kept up with the other’s pace. The city was awfully big; it must have taken the other a long time to learn how to get around without a map. “How long have you lived here?” he couldn’t help but inquire.