"Why are you sweating buckets?"
Night was still grasping for air as if he ran here. "I apologize for my crude action. Are you mad?"
See? I knew he was going to apologize for what he did. His face looks like he was devastated, and I'm not fond of seeing him like that.
"I'm not mad." I held his hand and pulled him towards our room in the other building. "Don't apologize anymore."
As soon as we entered the room, I felt Night's grip on my hand tightening, making me turn to him. "Is there something wrong?" I asked.
He was looking down at the floor while still holding my hand, and to be honest, it was so adorable it almost made me grin. "I couldn't control my emotions. I shouldn't have done that, and in front of you too."
I smiled after hearing that. He's contemplating what he did, and he realized that it was wrong. I'm proud of him.
