The man chuckled silently, his eyes filled with confusion and affection as he looked at his lover. Clearly, as someone who occasionally works on some side jobs but can almost be said to live for 'Diana A. Achizolti,' Frank Hughes couldn't quite grasp the meaning of her words. Yet even so, he still relished this inexplicable anxiety.
After all, who would mind their beloved being overly concerned about them?
So, although Frank Hughes had no notable troubles to speak of, he still...
"I'm asking you, feeling a bit more relaxed, Frank?"
With slender, fair fingers clumsily pressing against Motan's temple, Diana, who was awkwardly trying to soothe her lover's emotions, abruptly asked once again, not letting this man full of endless anecdotes and topics, who always made her laugh, dictate the rhythm of the romantic exchange as usual.
