Despite himself, Bart wasn’t able to not crack a tiny inkling of a smile in return for her distant, not all there looking grin. She wasn’t the happiest person on the planet, not the happiest in the city and not in the midst of the laughing, playful crowd, but God forbid if he let her sulk for another second. His reputation as a good friend would be severely at stake if he left her feeling bad for herself while he ran all over the city doing who knows what.
His wrist, enveloped in a clasped red band shot out in order to allow him to grab playfully at her arm. “Come on Kira, it’s boring here.” He tugged at her meekly and gave a nod to the center of the room. So this wasn’t his ideal hang out. Who cared? He could deal with it. He wasn’t about to pout and sulk in a corner all night. That would be a waste of a perfectly tolerable few hours.