[In all honesty, he can't say if he expected her to follow and search for him or not, he wanted her to, but he knew it could just be an useless wish. Their last encounter settled that in his mind quite well. He understands, for her he's just a wizard, a monster with a familiar face and memories but a monster nonetheless. Someone she can't trust or love, definitively not her Keiichi. No matter how much he was her Keiichi once. So he decided to not be upset if she didn't follow him, if she didn't search for him. It would have made things easier as well, most probably.
But she searches for him and he knows it's her as she taps his shoulder, even if he hasn't seen her approach him. There's no one else here who would call his attention like that. He turns around, mask still on, obscuring part of his face but leaving his mouth and eyes in clear sight. He could be anyone else, with just what the masks shows he may not even look like himself anymore and that's why he decides to not take the mask off. Not unless she asks for it, not when he knows that she can't stand his face, or so he thinks.
He looks at her in stern silence for a moment before he moves, hands searching for hands, holding them and pulling her closer as an arm sneaks around her waist, trying to guide her recently freed hand to his shoulder. And if she allows all that, if she lets him guide her... He pulls her into a dance, following the music filling the place, without bothering with words.]
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But she searches for him and he knows it's her as she taps his shoulder, even if he hasn't seen her approach him. There's no one else here who would call his attention like that. He turns around, mask still on, obscuring part of his face but leaving his mouth and eyes in clear sight. He could be anyone else, with just what the masks shows he may not even look like himself anymore and that's why he decides to not take the mask off. Not unless she asks for it, not when he knows that she can't stand his face, or so he thinks.
He looks at her in stern silence for a moment before he moves, hands searching for hands, holding them and pulling her closer as an arm sneaks around her waist, trying to guide her recently freed hand to his shoulder. And if she allows all that, if she lets him guide her... He pulls her into a dance, following the music filling the place, without bothering with words.]