He could actually see stars, whether it be from being blinded by the spell or the loveliness of Greta's voice, Jake wasn't sure. His chest swelled with pride as she dubbed him her hero. A hero! Jake's head swirled; he'd wanted to be a hero all his life, from when he was a little boy battling the dragons and monsters of his imagination. The memories were blurry, images of metal helmets made out of tin pans and his brother refusing to play along swirled in his head.
His inner joy about being Greta's hero completely diffused into sheer---panic? Was it panic he was feeling, as she suggested he strip his clothes? Strip, she--should he? It--that would mean---Jake was far from ready to be half naked in front of her, in front of anyone, but in front of Greta especially, even if it wasn't--It would be easier to take the costume off (but he did rather like wearing it), he couldn't possibly---
It was quite suddenly very, very hot, and Jake pulled his helmet off quickly, holding it to his chest. What would Ollie tell him to do in this situation? Greta could not have possibly meant her words as anything but innocent, as she was a lady, therefore this feeling was brought on solely on his own. Ollie would tell him to---relax. His healer would tell him to calm himself. He got riled up easily, often for no reason, he had to learn to bring himself back down.
"A soldier needs his armor," he said, hoping his voice didn't sound too strained. Jake gave his head a little shake as the heat of his face caused him to look away from her. "Not something you'd like to see, besides."
Jake winced; that brain-to-mouth filter his brother was constantly harassing him about seemed to be on the fritz.
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