This is a take on what Flute's thoughts may have been the morning after (gosh, I'm making this sound sleazy now...^^;), as Tron teases her about her "date" with Hamel...(see manga #16 and #17 for references)

"My, my, you guys are gettin' dangerously close..." Tron grins, jabbing my arm.

I'm just speechless. Raiel and Sizer may think he's rambling, but Tron's overworked imagination is hitting dangerously close to home.

We really did...almost kiss. I feel blood rushing to my cheeks just thinking about it.

What has changed between Hamel and I?

It wasn't long ago, he was making fun of me, never missing an occasion to prove that he didn't care. Unless my life was truly in danger. He'd save me then, like the hero he's supposed to be.

Things would go back to normal afterwards.

Back to the same verbal abuse, back to the safe distance sarcasm could create between two people.

But this time around, after he realized that his demonic self could have killed me, things did not go back to normal. Yesterday morning when I woke up, there was something new in the way he looked at me, something he wasn't quite comfortable with, but still-- trying.

He wasn't his usual overly confident and obnoxious self when he apologized to me in front of everybody. He was completely sincere, and he didn't try to conceal it.

I dreamt of having him act like this from the moment we met, and now that he is, it almost scares me. We can't run back to cover now, can we? But then, where are we going?

And then there's the fact that we almost...

Yada, watashi no baka!! What am I thinking?!? I just tripped and fell, and he rushed to catch me, which, in itself, was a very unexpected thing for him to do. Then he tripped too. It was all an accident. We were in the middle of the market place, with people all around! So much for your ultra romantic setting. I can't turn all this into one of my crazy fantasies.

Still...Hamel, I can't take you off my mind.

We_almost_kissed.

What would happen if we really did..?

Would you take me into your arms, hold me close, cradle me against your shoulder, like they say you did when I was unconscious?

Would you...kiss me again?
 

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If I were some greedy paparazzi, I'd say this is a  fairly incriminating shot...