His tears, of stress, burn and roll down his face. River stands awkwardly and asks “Are you ok?” Micah grips the top of his head, stress getting the better of him. River scratches his head in nervous confusion. Micah then moves for the stick he set by the door, he swings and River dodges eyes wide in shock. “W-what the hell are you doing?!” He jumps, barely dodging another swinging of the spear. “W-who-“ he swings and misses, “Who are you really?! What do you want!?” Micah continually swings and barely misses as they jump around the small space. “I already- JESUS- I told you I’m River - SHIT!” Micah finally hits him and he falls to the ground. Micah takes the opportunity and leaps on top of him. Straddling River, his arms pinning him to the ground. “I-I- How can I believe you?! Why would a prince suddenly show up in the middle of the woods.” Micah looks down with tight knit brows. River swallows nervously, blushing profusely from the position and begins to explain, as best he could. “I- Well I was taken by the crown princess and she t-told me my brother is her soulmate and then uh he came to tell me I would be killed. T-Then princess Ann let me out and I ran here to s-shelter.” He turns away still blushing, and Micah considers this. “It’d be hard to make this up o-on the spot... and a regular guy couldn’t get these clothes either...” He talks out loud to himself. “I well, I suppose I’ll believe you for now.” He turns back to River and nods. River bites his lip, “Umm.. ok then can we move from this-... position..?” He turns away his face getting redder. At first Micah just tilts his head curiously, until realization hits him, his face bursts into a deep red. Micah scrambles off of him, “Sorry! I really didn’t intend to- to do that.” River stands and grabs the back of his neck, “That’s- your fine.” The pair stand there awkwardly for a while.