Suddenly, Saffi stepped forward, wrapped both hands around Raizen's arm, and pulled it against her chest. Her grip was firm, and approximately ten degrees warmer than the ambient temperature of the hallway. She pressed close - close enough that Raizen's hand felt something soft he really didn't want to feel, her shoulder overlapped with his, close enough that the gesture left no room for too many alternate interpretations.
"Well-"
She paused for a split second, as if searching for the right answer.
"We – uh - we wanted to go look at the sky together," she said.
Kenzo looked at Saffi's hands on Raizen's arm. Looked at the distance between them, which was now basically zero. Looked at Raizen's face, which was doing something between surprise and a very convincing impression of someone who'd been caught in a private moment rather than a covert operation.
Kenzo scratched his head. His fingers dug into the mess of his hair and scrubbed slowly.
