Ryan winced at the pain as Ace removed the shirt from his head and began to dab at his forehead with the wet facecloth. At least he didn't say anything like "Ow" or "Ouch." He wanted to look as strong as possible in front of the cute girl who he now couldn't lie to himself about his feelings for. It was probably weird since they had only met a couple hours ago, maybe even less, but he really liked Ace. Like, like-like her. This is why he smiled at her though, even through the obvious discomfort he was in from the cleaning of his wound. What had caused him to finally reach this mindset? Ryan had been thinking it since he first laid eyes on her, he was sure now because of her answer to his request to help her with her own wound. She was selflessly helping him instead of herself.

[i]Oh man. Stop it. Stop it, Ryan. But she's so pretty, and she's helping me. I think she likes me. Urgh, just shut up. I don't actually know that for sure. If I'm wrong she's going to find me creepy and I'll lose my chance. Gotta be smooth and suave. Attract her that way.[/i] Ryan looked deeply into Ace's baby blue eyes as she continued cleaning his wound. [color=B22222]"You've got really pretty eyes,"[/color] he said. [i]Nailed it.[/i]