The two sat across from each other on Mikhail's side of the tent, while Sharyl leisurely laid down on his side.
It felt a little cramped between them and the miscellaneous crap Mikhail had in there, so the two of them were closer than usual, sitting with their shoulders up against each other.
"So, what's up?"
Azalea sighed.
"I… I messed up."
Mikhail looked over at her, their faces the closest they had ever been thus far.
"Yeah? How so?"
Azalea's eyes moved about the tents walls, watching as they undulated from the flowing winds outside. She seemed reluctant to speak, and the anxiety leaking from her figure began growing stronger.
Mikhail sighed as he lifted his arm and began rubbing her back.
"Eh?" Azalea flinched. She hadn't expected that endearing gesture from him…
