And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do
Taking a moment to commit all that they've said to memory—Ever had stopped carrying around notebooks for the most part, though sometimes he thought maybe just a small one in times like these might be appropriate—the aviator drains the last of his tea with a satisfying ahhh.
Frowning as Mateo begins, even had the botanist shrugged and said he was fine it wouldn't have taken any great emotional detective to read between the lines. "I don't think that sounds sad." The aviator interjects softly, setting down his mug and leaning forward with his hands between his knees to give his friend his undivided attention. "And I'm sorry to hear you haven't been doing well. Is there anything I can do?"
More tea, perhaps? A cuddle? A spa day?
Frowning as Mateo begins, even had the botanist shrugged and said he was fine it wouldn't have taken any great emotional detective to read between the lines. "I don't think that sounds sad." The aviator interjects softly, setting down his mug and leaning forward with his hands between his knees to give his friend his undivided attention. "And I'm sorry to hear you haven't been doing well. Is there anything I can do?"
More tea, perhaps? A cuddle? A spa day?
