Blackmore
"Yes yes, that's probably a good idea. I fucked up, it'd be bad if he didn't know about it." He praised her casually, almost halfheartedly so. Such commendable loyalty and devotion, too bad he saw right through it. This was just his guess, but if it came to him he didn't have a doubt that she'd be the one chosen in the end.
Would he be able to make a choice too?
"I'm not telling you what to do. I just figured you might end up having a heart attack if you bother with all this stress. That would crush a million fans' dreams, and we can't have that."
All of a sudden, Blackmore stopped smiling. Something seemed to bother him, or maybe it was something she said. Maybe it was the thought of his reaction that made him uneasy. He put a hand on her shoulder, gripped it in fact, and it started to feel like the two were inside an oven.
He seemed to be looking past Molly, something just wasn't quite right. His heart was beating pretty fast for a while, but the temperature in the room was starting to become straight up abnormal. His lips were still curled upwards, but he definitely wasn't smiling, in fact it was odd to think he had been ever smiling in the first place.
"So don't touch me like that again and get off me." He told her seriously, and this time he wasn't joking. They'd have a field day comparing the skeletons in their closets, but it just happens he had been keeping care of his closet for a little bit longer than her.