[His expression softens into one of amusement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It seems to be a rhetorical question, so he doesn't supply an answer even though, this time, he does have one.
It's her. She's the one who taught him to be bold.
When she tells him to close his eyes again he does so easily, even though he likes looking at her, likes seeing the pink tint on her cheeks and knowing that she has the same reaction to him that he has to her.
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It's her. She's the one who taught him to be bold.
When she tells him to close his eyes again he does so easily, even though he likes looking at her, likes seeing the pink tint on her cheeks and knowing that she has the same reaction to him that he has to her.
Once they're closed he asks:]
Until you tell me to open them, right?