161 A Woven Myth

A lingering feeling of dread washed, deep within his heart of hearts. He knew that Lu'um had gotten in a way that couldn't be undone or countered anymore. The situation Lu'um had thrust Reed into was one far beyond his own level of expertise for bullshittery and evasive language. 

He was equal parts horrified and awestruck of her astonishing decisiveness when it came to the big question. 

How was Reed supposed to have answered? That he was secretly afraid of making such a big jump, even if he really did love Lu'um? It didn't sound very mature answer and felt like it would've betrayed everyone's expectations of them.

Reed bashfully smiled for the cameras and scratched his head. He sputtered out, "O-Of course, of course! W-We're just focused on finding the right time to have it, given how busy we usually are..." 

Take a slow, deep breath, Reed! Play it cool! Deep breath, deep breath, deep breath...