For some reason, even the soft hum of the central units seemed to quiet at the muttering of a certain blonde.
Kyle paused.
Not that he didn't want that answer, but more like he simply hadn't expected to hear that.
But then, coupled with his throbbing heart, his expression softened.
He reached out and took Ollie's hand.
"...?"
Their fingers brushed, and a quiet warmth passed between them. Slowly, the towering adjutant guided that delicate hand upward until it rested against his chest.
Right where his spiritual core should be.
"Right… here," Kyle murmured.
They looked at each other.
The blonde's face was already burning, the blush spreading without restraint. It really should have been the height of romance, a moment of high tension that felt like it should've been frozen in time.
But then—
Ollie's face suddenly morphed into something extremely serious.
"How?" he asked, suddenly serious. "How do I sign here today?"
The blonde absolutely meant it.
