[Geez. The appearance compliment is enough. She’s left at a loss for words, somewhere between deeply touched and… sad? Not quite, but… it’s difficult to pinpoint. It’s not uncomplicated.

[You don’t deserve] Sorry. Sorry. It’s just—

[Aubrey squeezes Armin’s hands, apologetic without the smile. It’s hard to look at him.] I wouldn’t… I didn’t think you felt that way.

[She forces herself to meet his eyes. Softly, almost guilty,] Thanks, Armin.