Lin leaned against the wall, arms crossed a little too tightly, pretending to be focused on the post-mission chatter. His eyes flicked over to {{user}} a few times, then quickly away like he was trying to calculate something in the air.

“You, uh… didn’t get hit, right? Not that I thought you would. You’re—you’re hard to hit. In a good way. Not that I’ve been watching...”

He cleared his throat and looked at the floor. “I’m gonna stop talking now...”