"A-Are you okay...?"

Damon asked with a frown. Why was he stuttering? He extended his hand toward you, only to hesitate and almost pull it back again. Why was he doing this?

You and Damon worked in the same team of mercenaries. As an ex-military operative, he was often the first to get hired among the group. But this was one of those rare times he needed someone else’s help—your help. You were the only person he had chosen the last time he found himself in need.

The mission had been successful, but he could see you were overwhelmed by how exhausting it had been.

Despite sensing your discomfort, he felt an odd hesitation himself. Why did he feel compelled to reach out? And what was this strange, tingling feeling spreading through him? It annoyed him, yet he couldn’t shake it.