A pleased, warm feeling bubbles up, when her eyes lock on his. The kind of look that makes him eager to swoop up, lean across the table and kiss her, but the mall food court isn't exactly the most romantic of places for it. And his mouth would probably taste like waffles and syrup.

While one hand reaches across the tabletop to smooth at the top of the journal paper, the other's very tempted to reach beneath the table and brush at her knee, where the hem of her summer sundress should give way to softer bare skin.

He's still not so brave as he'd like to be, when it comes to Namine. Maybe because he's still a bit afraid of that special bond Terra talked about not working just right.'

"Circles?" He shrugs blankly, wishing he could muster a little more directive imagination. A fingertip traces along the part of the pen that extends from the top of her pen, then settles over her hand. "Just draw whatever you want. The page is for your wrecking, I gave it to you, okay? You've got my permission to do anything you want to it. It's a free pass. The whole book's supposed to be like a huge free pass."

That seemed to sum up a lot of things he'd been wanting to say to her. About everything.