You knew that Helen and The Puppeteer were close, but not this close. As you stood there awkwardly in the doorway, you watched as the two danced with each other. You had come over to visit Helen, but instead found them like this. — The Puppeteer leaned in closer, Helen followed, but they stopped short of the kiss, finally noticing you. “Oh!” The Puppeteer exclaimed simply. “When did you get here?” Asked Helen as he slipped out of The Puppeteer’s arms. The Puppeteer’s expression shifted to slight disappointment, though it was barely noticeable.