Get ready for some awkwardness.
It might be cute... but probably just awkward.
Back in Comet's room, Allen pulled the girl into a hug. Both of them had huge smiles on as if they'd just descovered some old abandoned treasure. They danced around the room, though Allen was careful of where Comet stepped.
"That was amazing!" Allen laughed.
"He's quite clever," Comet agreed.
Allen smiled and led her over to the bed and they both sat down. Even when seated, Comet didn't let go of Allen's hand. Allen was okay with it. He really did like Comet. Being around her was the most enjoyable thing to come out of this whole ordeal.
"I thought at first..."
"It's understandable," Comet said. "But the kingdom will understand. I would be an easy target because I could not fight back."
Allen nodded. "So how does it feel to be the first girl dropped?"
"I knew I'd leave sooner or later," Comet giggled. "I lack so many qualities of being a leader."
"I would follow you," Allen said.
"That's because you're sweet," Comet told him. She lifted her other hand and placed it on his cheek. "You have all those qualities I lack."
"Don't say that," Allen huffed. "You really are an amazing person. You're the bravest girl here."
"Maybe," Comet said. "But bravery doesn't rule a kingdom."
Allen couldn't argue. He rested his hand on top of Comet's. As always, her skin was smooth and cool. She was always taken well care of at home.
"I'll miss you," he whispered.
Comet nodded, tears swelling up in her eyes. "You have been a true friend. I will miss you as well."
"I promise as soon as I can, I'll write to you."
"I'll get one of my servants to read it," Comet told him. Allen smiled, knowing that was the case. He'd never say something insensitive, but without writing, they wouldn't be able to stay in contact.
"We'll have to meet again one day."
Comet seemed to hesitate. "I think you'll win."
"Comet, I wont. I-"
"I know you're a man," Comet interupted. "But Lavi doesn't. If you don't let him know, he will pick you."
Allen smiled, already knowing that she knew of his secret. Being blind, even with Allen as skinny and weak as he was, she was able to tell the difference in male and female. He'd realized that she knew when one day, she had hugged him and whispered in his ear that his "breasts" were sliding down.
"Why would he pick me?" Allen asked.
"Humans never see the greatness in themselves," Comet sighed. "You're unique, brave, fearless, kind, caring, and one hell of a free spirit."
Allen blinked, having never heard Comet curse before. "But that-"
"You'll win," Comet repeated. "Saige is boring, Grace is far too stern... and you know how the other two are. Who else would he pick, Lenalee?"
"Allen," he coughed. Comet smiled and moved her hand from his cheek to his lips. "My name is Allen."
"It suits you," Comet said. She removed her hand and placed it on her lap. Allen still held it, not seeing a reason to let go. "Allen. It's a kind name."
"I really don't want to leave you," she said. Without any warning, she pulled Allen into a hug. Allen wrapped his arms around her in return.
"I don't want you to leave either."
"But I must," Comet whispered. "The prince had given me a gift. It would be disrespectful to refuse."
"Don't tell me you've fallen for him," Allen joked.
"Of course not," Comet laughed. "He's not my type."
"You have a type?"
"Well?" Allen questioned. "What is it?"
Comet let go of Allen and straightened. She once again reached up so that her hand was resting on his lips. Then, she slowly leaned in and lightly pressed her lips against his.
"I think it would be you."
Allen blinked. But he didn't have time to be shocked. Comet stood up, so Allen did the same. He held onto her hand, but she seemed to know exactly where she was going as she walked over to the wall and pulled a rope that summoned a servant.
Shortly, a maid came in. She took Comet's hand away from Allen. Allen continued to stand where he was, still confused. Comet noticed and once again grabbed his hands.
When she squeezed them, reality hit Allen. As much as he tried to fight it, he felt the warmth of salty tears stream down his cheeks. Looking at Comet, her's was a pitiful match.
"Goodbye, my wonderful friend."