Sun Embracing the Moon

For a brief moment, Xion's fingers twitched, and the thought of pushing the bottle back into his system space crossed his mind.

"Is it for me?" Darius had noticed how Xion's expression shifted. The excitement slowly turned to confusion, then to hesitation, before finally settling into unmistakable reluctance.

Xion blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Umm… yeah," he said, extending the bottle with hesitant fingers.

"I... uh, I thought you might like it. I know it's nothing fancy or, you know, noble, but…" His voice trailed off as he avoided eye contact.

Scratching the back of his head nervously, he pressed it on Rael's hand. Holding his breath, he subtly watched Rael's reaction from the corner of his eye.

Darius looked at the glass bottle placed on his palm. Its transparent surface still held the warmth of the hands that had gripped it so tightly.