It wasn’t like he didn’t sense her fear, it was more the fact that he didn’t acknowledge it. He hated knowing that pople thought of him as a monster, someone to be feared. Rough fingertips rubbed circles on his forehead, as his blond head nodded slowly,
”Yes—- Um, Thank you.”
❝ A-Are you okay?❞
She cleared her throat, hesitantly reaching up to touch his forehead with shaking digits. She grinned, trying to keep her fear hidden and her care-free attitude showing.