Despite the shouts behind her, Hannah walked step by step, ultimately stopping in front of Vincent.
She reached out her hand, lightly tapping his forehead, "Stop laughing, it's hideous."
That one sentence made Vincent immediately stop his smile, pressing his lips together tightly. He looked pitiful, nothing like the fierce beast from moments ago.
He muttered unclearly, "Not ugly, Vincent not ugly, Hannah, don't be afraid."
As he spoke, he tried to smile again, but remembering Hannah's words, he forced himself to suppress the curve of his lips, leaning his head towards Hannah's hand.
He was making peace, withdrawing the prickliness that covered him, showing only one person his soft underbelly.
Hannah, don't be afraid of him.
He wouldn't hurt Hannah.
These two sentences were the only things written in his clear black eyes.
