[Man, Mikleo is really taking this to heart. Elliot hadn't thought much about the weight of what he was doing. He was always a kind hearted one, always thinking about how to help others. His time Class VII had just hone those thoughts into becoming actual actions. Helping Mikleo seemed like the natural thing to do.]

Well...I do have it easier, since I can see you. I'm sure I'd take more convincing if you were still invisible.

[And then Mikleo takes his hand into his, catching him by surprise. Mikleo's hand is cool to the touch, but not in an unpleasant way at all. Even though he was used to grabbing his friends hands, he still feels himself blushing at this happening now. Even more so as Mikleo keeps talking. The words...they reminded him the speeches Prince Olivert would give to the class, but on an even more personal level since it's just the two of them here. It made it all the more harder to pretend Olivert hadn't been talking mostly to Rean and the others about his hope for them. ]

I-I...

[He realizes just how long he's been staring into those lavender eyes, and turns a little redder. he forces himself to look away, reminding himself to breath and feeling incredibly nervous. He does not handle such level of praise and belief well, oh no. Especially not from someone so pretty.

He tries to think of something to say, but it just comes out as an "um" followed by that turning into humming, like a true nervous tic of a musician]