"Hey, let go."
Blake caught his wrist before it could linger any longer, forcing the fingers away with firmness that was meant to hide his fear. He didn't allow himself the mistake of eye contact; instead, he angled his body just enough to disengage without escalating the moment into something memorable.
'Phew… don't let him notice. Keep the act. Keep the act.'
Myles' appearance wasn't much different. Black hair pulled back neatly. A fitted black suit without a crease out of place. A red, cheesy devil mask that covered his entire face.
Blake had no idea how Myles' body looked completely ordinary with the uniform on, or any other hoodie, for that matter. He looked so unbelievably fit now.
'How am I even recognizing him?'
The thought came sharp and unwelcome. Blake suppressed it immediately, releasing the man's hand and stepping away, dissolving into the moving crowd before the interaction could continue.
'The more he hears, the more I risk.'
