Just smile and be happy.
At Hawthorn's implicatory smile, Zavien throws his head back in a loud laugh. Although a slight blush accents his cheeks, he just smiles and gives his utmost support for the man. "Good for you! I'm sure you're very popular!" He means it as a compliment with no judgement for the profession. After all, his mom had sometimes worked in the same field. It's a respectable career with an exchange of services between consenting adults. He never understood why some people saw it differently.
Zavien is overjoyed to hear the Hawthorn plans to stop by. Even if his words are just a courtesy to soften the blow, he's excited at the slim possibility that someone might actually visit him. When he opens up about his original aspirations to be an architect, Zavien pictures the same man in front of him, but wearing glasses and dragging around a bundle of dusty scrolls, graphite permanently staining his hands. It seems to be such a contrast to the bright personality before him, yet the light in Hawthorn's eyes as he gazes upon the window's decor gives Zavien a fuzzy feeling of affection for him. If he ever does stop by, they will have a great time hanging out, laughing at each other's stories and sharing their dreams... Perhaps that's just his own delusions inflating his perception of their relationship, but Zavien lets himself enjoy the thought nonetheless.
The carefully placed baubles shine against the navy blue shutters, somehow giving it a mesmerizing festive glow. "That looks great!" He returns Hawthorn's smile with a genuine one of his own before placing his hands on his hips to look at the remaining items. After seeing the skill with which Hawthorn decorated the window, Zavien is questioning his choice in wreaths. Looking to his refurbishing expert, he asks, "In your professional opinion, what should we add next?"
Zavien is overjoyed to hear the Hawthorn plans to stop by. Even if his words are just a courtesy to soften the blow, he's excited at the slim possibility that someone might actually visit him. When he opens up about his original aspirations to be an architect, Zavien pictures the same man in front of him, but wearing glasses and dragging around a bundle of dusty scrolls, graphite permanently staining his hands. It seems to be such a contrast to the bright personality before him, yet the light in Hawthorn's eyes as he gazes upon the window's decor gives Zavien a fuzzy feeling of affection for him. If he ever does stop by, they will have a great time hanging out, laughing at each other's stories and sharing their dreams... Perhaps that's just his own delusions inflating his perception of their relationship, but Zavien lets himself enjoy the thought nonetheless.
The carefully placed baubles shine against the navy blue shutters, somehow giving it a mesmerizing festive glow. "That looks great!" He returns Hawthorn's smile with a genuine one of his own before placing his hands on his hips to look at the remaining items. After seeing the skill with which Hawthorn decorated the window, Zavien is questioning his choice in wreaths. Looking to his refurbishing expert, he asks, "In your professional opinion, what should we add next?"
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