“What’s the matter, Timaeus?” Critias asked, looking up from his book. When he got no immediate response, he closed his book and turned to look at the smaller knight, who seemed to have trouble finding the words.
“If you don’t know how to say it, can you make it clear any other way?” Yes, Timaeus could, but not in the way Critias expected. The taller knight was caught completely off-guard when his friend suddenly leaned in and kissed him. He blushed heavily and, as soon as Timaeus pulled back, hid his face in his hands to hide his blush. “W-what did I do to deserve that?” he mumbled.