"Why do you always say, do not break your heart?" Aries asked out of plain curiosity, watching her movements not to step on Abel's feet.
"Because it is fragile."
"Was it?" a short chuckle slipped past her lips. "But am I not handling it with enough care?"
"It's not you, darling. I'm a man who needs constant reassurance inside this weaponized and fashioned cage called fear," he returned. "Perhaps that is my love language."
"A love language?" her eyes twinkled with amusement. "Is there such a thing?"
"There's always been."
Aries laughed, her surrounding was a blur with bright yet pleasing colors.
"Aren't you romantic? Haha. So, your love language… is?"
"Hmm… words of affirmation," he smiled. "Physical touch, too. I love it when you touch me."
"Where?"
"Everywhere." His lips stretched even broader. "And you?"
