Blake's eyes flew open.
His head shot up so fast he nearly smacked into Myles' chin.
"—Hah?!"
He gasped loudly, the sound echoing a little too dramatically in the quiet bus.
But it was to be expected.
"Myles!"
Without thinking, Blake grabbed his shoulders.
His fingers tightened against the fabric of Myles' uniform as he stared at him like he had just witnessed the birth of Jesus.
Then Blake froze.
Completely.
His brain replayed the last two seconds.
'Why did I grab his shoulders. Why did I shout his name. Why did I react like that?!'
Let's just say that such reaction was meant to stay completely in his head, since he had simply noticed the number going up.
He should've smiled quietly like a normal person, but not whatever this was.
Blake slowly loosened his grip.
"…Ah."
He awkwardly let go.
The system window appeared calmly in front of him.
[ Dear Host, you are no longer at risk of favorability decay. ]
Blake blinked.
Another line appeared.
