Aᴅᴀɢɪᴏ (Sona and Yasuo)
Sona’s touch startled him into reality, immediately turning face to find those familiar cerulean locks upon the fair lady’s face. …She…didn’t hear that did she? Regardless, it would be best to play it off.
"…Aah. Sona. You’re here as well?" he questioned. "It’s… pleasant to see you. Do you fare well?"
Speaking to Sona was always rather odd, but he wouldn’t admit that. He was somewhat bad at picking up social cues, but he understood music very well. The summoners once spoke of mental connectivity bringing commuication with Sona the upmost clarity, but he was no mage, and could hardly consider himself that close to the Maven.
Noting the tension, Sona took a single step back to allow him some space. Whatever he was fretting over earlier, he clearly did not want to divulge now. She would not press him on the matter anyhow as she graced him with a gentle smile and nodded.
Although she could not vocally express herself, her gestures and expression were usually sufficient enough to convey her thoughts and feelings.
Yasuo gave a slight nervous chuckle. It appears she really didn't hear him. Bringing his flask to his lips as he often did regularly, he returned the smile after his sip of alcohol. "I just finished my business in the Chamber of Antiquity... " he bumbled.
Before long he took the time to notice that Sona's demeanor was so calm in comparison to his own. Why was he so tense? Perhaps he just needed to unwind.
"...And I was going to the inner courtyard to relax. If you haven't anything left to do, you'd maybe consider joining me?"
It wasn't like him to be friendly, but he shared a few things in common with the Maven involving their pasts. He wouldn't go as far as to say he trusted her, but she was definitely the least conflict personality he's met thus far.