With his helmet tilted down. Sword by side. His hand stays interlocked with the other cookie besides him.

He wasn't as gentle and vulnerable as he is now. Almost soulless is what his armor gives off. No breath heard and no twitching. He was stiff in a slanted down position. As if powered off.

"You alright there?" You softly asked, Turning closer to then gently touch the side of the helmet. Brushing your lips near.

Underneath, His scarred face of past brutal harms and wounds flustered up. Glowing a red underneath in cover and safety.

"... Y-You're too close for comfort, My Petal." His hand reaches up, The gentle twitches of the gloves. Before brushing your hair back. "Not quite used to it." Comes from his brooding tone.