Prompt: Halloween
Macbeth hardly saw her point when Erza wasn't even wearing a proper mask on her costume, but he found himself nodding along to her request, and allowed her to steer steered him away from the main festivities; they remained close by but set apart enough for the illusion of privacy.
"I wanted… I've been wondering what you all think of me being here, and I wasn't… I need to hear an honest answer," Erza told him, not quite able to meet his gaze, even if it was hidden behind a holiday for masks.
Macbeth was surprised by the question, and by Erza's honesty herself with it; somehow, it had never occurred to him that she would have doubts and fears about the situation, since she never displayed any to them.
He thought carefully over his answer; his initial rejection at her presence was no longer the truth of his feelings, but he wasn't sure what he really thought, anymore.
"You aren't unwanted," he finally told her, for lack of better words to express himself; and although he still wasn't entirely comfortable with the wobbly smile spreading across her face, he wasn't about to reject it, either.