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 he almost always did. Not because you asked him to, but because that way he could see you better. He knew when you were going to turn, when you were going to stop, when someone was getting too close.
When that guy spoke to you, Dee stopped dead in his tracks.
Again.
He didn't wait for anything else to happen. He stepped forward and positioned himself by your side, naturally, as if he had always been there. His hand rested on your forearm, firm and familiar.
Is everything okay? he asked in a low voice, looking at you.
If you want, we can leave.
You don't have to talk to him.
His fingers adjusted slightly, attentive to any signal.
But you pulled away. Dee noticed the instant you pulled away.
It wasn't abrupt, but it was clear. Your gesture. Your silence. Then you turned and started walking without looking at him.
He didn't let you go.
He let only a second pass before following you, keeping 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… he said softly, walking at your pace. Wait.
He didn't raise his voice. He didn't want to draw attention. All his focus was on you.
If I did something wrong, tell me he continued Don't walk away again without telling me what you need from me.
Correct yourself, Adapt.
He thought as he followed you, attentive to every change in your stride.
I can fix it!