Albedo let out a low sigh, the weight of her words pressing down on him. "So… do you want to go out?" His voice was soft, almost tentative, as he stepped slowly further inside, still lingering in the doorway.
Dila's eyes shot up, sharp and unwavering. "Stop right there, you big brute!" she barked, her tone edged with both frustration and lingering bitterness.
Albedo's face fell, a shadow of sadness crossing his features. His hand instinctively clutched his chest, as if the sting of her words had cut deeper than he expected. He looked away, jaw tightening, and finally muttered, "Alright… fine."
The room fell into a heavy silence, only the sound of their breathing filling the space, both unsure how to bridge the tension between them.
Albedo's voice wavered, almost breaking as he stuttered, "Ahh… I… I just wanted to… reassure you… my daughter… if you're… okay."
