Golden Glade welcome to hell

She asked him hesitantly if everything was okay. Her hesitance gave him enough time to collect himself, so by the time he had to answer her, he had complete control over his facade and he simply blinked at her and smiled the best smile he could muster. "Yeah, I'm fine," he lied smoothly, lifting a shoulder in a casual shrug. "I was just...thinking. Nothing to worry about." The soldier cocked his head, and smiled once again, this one better than the one before, "Hey, seriously, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, 'kay? I've got everything under control."

Oh, how I wish I could believe myself, he thought wryly to himself, sighing softly. Damn him.