And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do
Smiling widely in response, it's with open arms that the aviator moves to meet the botanist, returning his friend's hug and then some. "Well, I can't really tell the time while I'm hugging you like this." Ever points out with a warm laugh against his friend's neck. Gods but it felt good to hug Mateo like this, and though Everest had been nothing but touched over the past half a season, he was coming to understand that a touch from a stranger—however knowledgable and pleasant though it might be—somehow couldn't compare to one from someone the aviator cared about.
"I've missed you so much. I left you gifts from my travels inside La Verbena." He explains, straightening somewhat. "I thought I would maybe see you at the Ball, and that we could flya back home together." It had worked out well for Everest that his evening had been free, but that didn't change the way the Temple had felt emptier for not having the botanist in attendance.
"I've missed you so much. I left you gifts from my travels inside La Verbena." He explains, straightening somewhat. "I thought I would maybe see you at the Ball, and that we could flya back home together." It had worked out well for Everest that his evening had been free, but that didn't change the way the Temple had felt emptier for not having the botanist in attendance.
