“W- wait-”
A flash of panic jolts through Freyr, his hand instinctively reaching out for Amber’s arm. But before he gets even close to touching them he stops and pulls away.
That wouldn’t end well. He needs to stay calm and not stress Amber out even more.
“You don’t have to stay. But if you’re willing, please let me explain what’s going on.”
Freyr implores, voice almost entirely calm apart from the occasional small shake. A clear desperation shines in his eyes.
“It’s not what you think is going on. I’m not… I’m not forcing anything. With you or my Amber.
Please… let me tell you everything.”
-Freyr 🎪
Amber pauses, their breath catching slightly at the tone of Freyr's voice.
"O- ok," their voice is small again, frail. They hesitantly turn back to Freyr, and take a few steps toward him. Though pointedly not as close as before, nor do they sit back down next to him.
Conflict and hesitation is written all cross Amber's expression, despite their attempts to hide it. They never had a good poker face.
"how.. how did you get so close to.. your Amber?"
