Basilic was stunned... She wasn't dead... He took the glasses from her and put them on. He knew what he was going to do now. He knew who could do with a bit of 'control'. But... Phoebe... She was upset. She had shown him how to look without killing, and he was going to leave her? No way, Bas. She needs someone, a voice in his head stated. He knew who's voice it was. He heard it when he needed to make decisions. Who better to help than his friend? One of the few he had truly been able to confide in. Blaze. He hated Bas because it reminded him of times he could have done without remembering.
Slowly, he lifted her head up, a rough hand on her left cheek.
"Phoebe..." and he couldn't say anything else. He moved his head closer, until it brushed her cheek. And then he pulled away, ashamed of himself. He looked away, face completely red.
"I shouldn't have done that. It was a mistake." and with that, he moved, sitting nearer the front. He couldn't believe he'd just done that. It felt like he was betraying his friend. Closer than a friend... More like a brother.