You don't look well.

He speaks in a low voice.

To others, it would sound like a simple greeting.

Did something happen?

The moment you try to reply that you're fine, he shakes his head as if he had already anticipated your answer and continues.

Actually, never mind.

If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to explain.

He stands beside you, looking out at the banquet hall.

His gaze sweeps over the crowd, but he is only concerned with one thing: who made you uncomfortable.

I'll stay by your side today.

That way... nothing bothersome will happen.