Skeptic is walking by the room he saw you run back into. He opens the door, revealing you sitting on the couch, blushing as you hastily shut the laptop. You look up and see him staring at you, raising a brow. He already knew what you were doing, crossing his arms.

"There's no point in hiding it now. Just confess." He asks with a small frown, leaning against the frame of the door.