MERRI PUDDLE COMING RIGHT UP
Merrion's heart pounded as her hand fell upon his, so much so that he thought it was going to burst straight out of his chest. His eyes remained glued to their hands, and his face went beet red, and he struggled for words.
"I... I think your songs are fine!" he exclaimed rather loudly. "I mean, well, I think that... you're really awesome! That... that Mousse that... a few weeks ago... I couldn't have... not without you...!"
Oh dear Faram, was he sweating? He was sweating wasn't he? How embarrassing! Merrion was never fond of the idea of dying, but right now... right now would be good.