Lyre kept his gaze on his joined hands as Rain drove to the mall.
The mother had to talk Clar out of following them out. That's why they were alone.
"You don't have to be nervous with me. I won't hurt you, Lyre." Rain smiled, hoping to make him seem less on edge.
Lyre nodded, but he didn't say a word.
The truth was this, Lyre wasn't afraid like Rain assumed he was. He was merely trying to come to terms with his strange feelings for Rain.
He doesn't understand why his heart has refused to cease beating.
It was as if his heart wanted Rain to hear it. And Rain did.
However, he thought the increased rate was due to fear.
"I won't hurt you." He repeated once more, to put Lyre's heart at ease.
"I'm not scared of that," Lyre lowered his face some more.
"What?" Rain turned to him, with half attention on the road, and half on him.
"I'm not scared of you," Lyre spoke in a small voice, with his right over his left, as he nervously tried not to look at Rain.
