I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands
It's one of the things Ever loves most about Isla—her ability to talk to him about whatever strange things come into his mind without batting an eye. Now being no exception, he's nibbling at the inside of his cheek as he releases her hand in order to reach for the door. "I suppose if it's about creating the sort of environment you want, accuracy doesn't have to be a priority." He reasons, holding the handle of the doors but clearly too lost in his own thoughts to multitask. "Because if you knew what you wanted, that's what you'd get. And you wouldn't be able to tell what the room was missing if you didn't know it existed in the first place."
Raising his eyebrows as if to say right? it's only then that he realizes that they're still outside, and with an apologetic smile and a flush spreading over his cheeks, Ever finally tugs the door open and gestures for Isla to go inside.
Things are as familiar within as the aviator expected them to be, and while his mind isn't so tightly knotted these days, it's still a relief to know what to expect. Even so, given that Isla was the one who'd booked their accommodation, he's more than happy to let her take the lead inside.
Raising his eyebrows as if to say right? it's only then that he realizes that they're still outside, and with an apologetic smile and a flush spreading over his cheeks, Ever finally tugs the door open and gestures for Isla to go inside.
Things are as familiar within as the aviator expected them to be, and while his mind isn't so tightly knotted these days, it's still a relief to know what to expect. Even so, given that Isla was the one who'd booked their accommodation, he's more than happy to let her take the lead inside.
Everest
