[ maybe being more daring and indulging in closeness isn't such a bad thing? communicating his feelings and worries to kaiser has worked out well in the past-- isn't this the same thing in a way?

oh, nevermind it. riddle knows if he dwells on it too much right now, he'll end up missing what is genuinely an enjoyable movie. it hits all his pings! classic literature, accurate period costumes, gore, and all manner of things not typically associated with prim little flowers. kaiser isn't bothered by the sudden decimation of space between them, therefore he has no reason to spare it anymore thought.

poor thomas' problems seem more deserving of his attention, quite frankly. riddle is just about to settle in and return his focus to the movie, but of course kaiser has to throw him a curveball (as he so often does), leaving riddle deciding once and for all-- fuck thomas, his life is infinitely worse. ]

Ah... Yes. I'm fine.

[ totally fine. that's why he averts his gaze momentarily and tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. terribly cliche, he knows, but there's no saving him, not with that deep voice and slight accent spoken so close to him. he couldn't turn redder even if he wanted to. ]

I was simply getting more comfortable. With how tense the atmosphere is, you should be more worried about Thomas right now.