Zexion was always frozen, Naminé thought. He'd rarely react with anything more than a greeting, a long sting of a theory…
Or simply cease moving altogether. But that was only when Naminé would, dare she say it, come close to him. Trace a pale finger across the blue fringe, or interlace their fingers.
No one else would ever let her do that. Naminé didn't think that Zexion really allowed it, but…
Even with this, it still amazes her when he moves all of a sudden. To mirror back the simple action of taking her hand-
He wasn't frozen anymore – maybe even warming up.
Maybe, he'd stay like this.
