I will not be brave, but I'm grateful to get through
There was almost always a reason to apologize in Ever's opinion, but he'd learned long ago that there was rarely a time when explaining the extent of his people-pleasing ways was necessary or even welcome.
Also thinking that their conversation would conclude in the doorway, the aviator felt himself pulled inside by Isla's offer despite the way it conflicted with the schedule he'd made for himself. Wiping off his shoes on the mat and pressing the door quietly but firmly behind him, he reached into his bag to pull out a few jars of honey as he nodded in response. "She is, and if you asked her, she would say that she isn't. Having any luck, that is." He clarifies, falling Isla into the kitchen.
"I know." Flushing slightly and wondering if that had been a rude thing to say, the aviator quickly looks up with an apologetic smile already tugging at his lips. "I mean, of course I know who you are. I'm sure everyone does." Isla, once the leader of the Grounds, the only survivor of the war from that side of things. The woman for whom his best friend was named. "I help Flora when she needs it." Shrugging a touch bashfully as if working at the Hanged Man was something he hadn't earned despite having done so for years now, Ever places the honey on the counter.
"My name is Everest Hart." He says, and with his hands finally free, he offers one out with painful politeness for Isla to shake.
Also thinking that their conversation would conclude in the doorway, the aviator felt himself pulled inside by Isla's offer despite the way it conflicted with the schedule he'd made for himself. Wiping off his shoes on the mat and pressing the door quietly but firmly behind him, he reached into his bag to pull out a few jars of honey as he nodded in response. "She is, and if you asked her, she would say that she isn't. Having any luck, that is." He clarifies, falling Isla into the kitchen.
"I know." Flushing slightly and wondering if that had been a rude thing to say, the aviator quickly looks up with an apologetic smile already tugging at his lips. "I mean, of course I know who you are. I'm sure everyone does." Isla, once the leader of the Grounds, the only survivor of the war from that side of things. The woman for whom his best friend was named. "I help Flora when she needs it." Shrugging a touch bashfully as if working at the Hanged Man was something he hadn't earned despite having done so for years now, Ever places the honey on the counter.
"My name is Everest Hart." He says, and with his hands finally free, he offers one out with painful politeness for Isla to shake.
