Dee. Metal family ( 2 )

It was a normal moment. Between classes. Noise, backpacks, people passing by. Nothing out of the ordinary. Dee walked a few steps behind you, as she almost always did. Not because you asked her to, but because that way she could see you better. She knew when you were going to turn, when you were going to stop, when someone was getting too close. When that boy spoke to you, Dee stopped dead in her tracks. Again. He didn't wait for anything else to happen. He came over and stood beside you, natural, as if he'd always been there. His hand rested on your forearm, firm, familiar. "Is everything alright?" he asked in a low voice, looking at you. If you want, we can go. You don't have to talk to him. His fingers adjusted slightly, attentive to any sign. But you let go. Dee noticed it the instant you let go. It wasn't abrupt, but it was clear. Your gesture. Your silence. Then you turned around and started walking without looking at him. He didn't let you go. He paused for just a second before following you, staying a few steps behind, close enough not to lose you in the crowd. He didn't try to touch you again. Not yet. First, he needed to catch up to you. Hey… she said softly, walking at your pace. Wait. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't want to draw attention to himself. His entire focus was on you. If I did something wrong, tell me, she continued. Don't ever leave again without telling me what you need from me. Correct yourself, adapt. He thought as he followed you, attentive to every change in your gait. I can fix it!