She isn’t sure WHAT exactly her friend’s intentions are, but
she trusts him enough to do as he asks and keep s t i l l –
actually, it wasn’t at all a difficult task as her entire frame had
stiffened at the contact.
“A-Armin? What are you doing … ?”
“There was a bug,” he states carefully, slowly pulling his hand
away from her being to reveal his fist clenched tight. He didn’t
mean any harm nor had any ulterior motives but clearly that is
far from the girl’s thoughts. The redness in her cheeks are only
proof of his theory.
“I just didn’t want you to p a n i c.”