And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do
Not shying away, instead, Everest smiles warmly across the table. "I'll always love you too. No matter what." It was one of the very few forever type promises that the aviator had ever made in his life, and even without Dahlia's influence, he'd never regretted extending it to the botanist.
"Oh." Biting at the inside of his cheek and slumping back against the couch, the aviator exhaled into his tea before taking a sip. "I hadn't even thought of that. Is it a bad idea, do you think? Should we stay in Torchline?" How he could have forgotten something as critical as the fact that Isla might turn to snow if he brought her somewhere cold—gods, how many of the exhibits in the Celestine would be ice-filled to suit what was inside?—Everest was suddenly wondering if he shouldn't just bring Isla to the Climb himself and deal with the consequences the temperature would have on him.
"I...well, I suppose that depends if things go well?" Not wanting to appear too excited at the thought but not quite being able to hide it, Everest shrugged bashfully as he tried to conceal the flush on his cheeks behind the lip of his mug.
"Oh." Biting at the inside of his cheek and slumping back against the couch, the aviator exhaled into his tea before taking a sip. "I hadn't even thought of that. Is it a bad idea, do you think? Should we stay in Torchline?" How he could have forgotten something as critical as the fact that Isla might turn to snow if he brought her somewhere cold—gods, how many of the exhibits in the Celestine would be ice-filled to suit what was inside?—Everest was suddenly wondering if he shouldn't just bring Isla to the Climb himself and deal with the consequences the temperature would have on him.
"I...well, I suppose that depends if things go well?" Not wanting to appear too excited at the thought but not quite being able to hide it, Everest shrugged bashfully as he tried to conceal the flush on his cheeks behind the lip of his mug.
