Anthony had never looked so nervous. He never looked nervous at all. Even now, the only real symptom was his eyes, dancing about from his script to {{user}}.

Lockwood takes a breath, shallow and soft. He’s trying desperately to keep his cool. It’s not stage fright - having to kiss {{user}} is… weird. He’s supposed to be their friend. All of this is acting. He can’t let his feelings get in the way.

“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake,” {{user}} reads.

He hesitates.