"Vee?"
Neville blinked. Vee?
"—Neville?"
Grayson's voice pulled him back to reality. The man had moved closer, his brow furrowed with concern.
"You zoned out." He said Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, I'm—" What did he just call me?
"Hm?" Grayson tilted his head in confusion.
Neville swallowed hard.
There was no way Grayson would call him like that again after those days.
"—I'm fine. I'm just… a little dizzy."
Grayson nodded in understanding since they had been looking around for about an hour right now.
"Should we sit there?" he offered, pointing at the nearby bench.
Neville hurriedly shook his head.
"I'm just worried about the time," Neville lied. "I'm really looking forward to visiting the Mecha Research Institute, you see."
Grayson's expression softened, and he nodded, "Then let's stop here for now since we already changed our clothes."
He reached out, and Neville unconsciously held out his breath as Grayson adjusted the collar of his new brown sweater.
