news at eleven: sorey's inner monologue is 86% waxing poetic about mikleo
["Awkward" is the word that doesn't even cross Sorey's mind. But perhaps that is only to be expected, for him to focus only on their position and steps and the fleeting question of why they never did this before this, on the way Mikleo's eyes are fixed on him and how the sunlight reflecting in them makes them look like a violet pool at night, countless stars hovering on its surface.
He barely even notices they're moving.
Granted, it's mostly in a slow, swaying circle, but he's no longer paying attention to how he's moving his feet, instead squeezing Mikleo's hand, returning the gesture as he nods.]
Definitely seems right to me! We're not getting tangled up or falling down, so... [It's totally a success in his book.]