Zein stared at his hand as he walked through the hallway toward the elevator he came in earlier. Ah...his body moved before he realized it, casually exercising his show of affection.
'Haa—this fickle heart...' Zein wanted to reprimand himself. But then, it wasn't like he was still mad at Bassena, so that was probably why his subconscious mind moved his body without proper thought.
"Mister Zein?" a soft voice calling out to him and Zein put his hand down. They were inside the elevator now, and it seemed like he'd been staring blankly at his hand for a while.
Zein looked at his side, at the guide that looked at him inquisitively, but still with a kind smile. Abel was what people would call a 'normal' guide. An average build of 170cm, a fairly good-looking feature, and quite a delicate body whose exercise routine looked as if comprised of only stretches and a morning walk. As opposed to Zein, who was 10 cm taller and built with muscle like an esper.