"...."
"...."
"...."
God this is awkward.
Why is no one saying anything?!
Quinn had sat back up and was looking in our direction without uttering a single word.
My hands were on Amelia's shoulders as we both looked back at him.
Like statues, all of us kept staring at us for a minute straight.
Ahhh!
I considered speaking something out of sheer awkwardness at first, but looking back at my history of making situations like these even more awkward, I stayed quiet.
Wait, now that I think about it…
My shirt was unbuttoned. I was grabbing Amelia. Her eyes were swollen, making it clear that she was crying.
"....!!"
I quickly let go of Amelia and took a few steps away from her.
"Ahem."
With a dry cough, my eyes darted over to Quinn, and I gave him a serious look.
Sensing the situation, the necromancer got up on his feet and matched my gaze with the same energy and perhaps a little caution.
