Elian froze upon Bianca's reply. He wasn't sure if he should kiss her, embrace her or stay in place.
My armor is so thick she won't be able to even put her arms around me. Like hugging a car. I did kiss her core a couple of times. But not her form. Would she even feel my body?
As he panicked internally, Bianca also didn't move. Her face was flush, and her body was restless. But Elian noticed that she seemed uncomfortable too.
Ah crap. What do we do now?
As they remained unmoving like statues, a snarky wolf spoke as she circled around them.
"Wow. What a beautiful transactional agreement between two emotionally repressed genocidal lunatics. Truly, love is dead."
Bianca broke first. "W-Wha?"
"I didn't even hear the word 'love.' Just war pacts, death threats, and a vow of suicide. 10/10. Would watch again."
Elian paused. He realized—he hadn't said love. Not even once.
