She paused for a moment as she spoke, looking at him with great seriousness. "So, no matter what you turn into, no matter what form you take when you appear before me, the one I love is you. Even if you were a skeleton, I could still fall asleep holding you."
Javier Sinclair remained silent.
She continued, "See? You get jealous of your own self, and you get *this* jealous."
He was the type who responded to a soft touch, not a firm hand.
And just like that.
Seeing her so gentle, Javier Sinclair found himself at a loss for words. He could only stand there, letting her hold him.
His face and the tips of his ears flushed red.
He said aloud, "Don't think that just because of this, I'll..." '...I'll what? It doesn't seem to matter anymore.' Looking at the woman in his arms, his gaze softened.
'Wait... a skeleton? Can't this woman say anything nice?' The thought came to him, and he spoke up. "What nonsense is that? How could I possibly be a skeleton?"
