food in the woodsen

Zavien

Strike hands with me. The glass is brim.
The dew is on the heather.

His face puckers in confusion again, trying to puzzle out what Koa means, but when he can't figure it out himself, he just asks, "What does 'pretty much' mean? Did she not pick him?" Zavien feels like there's a lot he's not being told, and he doesn't know if it's just because Koa doesn't want to talk about it, or if it's because he doesn't know enough about relationships to understand. It doesn't even occur to him that there might be a long list of drama and crossed wires. 

He doesn't think he believes Koa, an eyebrow raising as he shrugs his shoulders. "Well, I don't think someone who only sees you as a 'regular friend' would be willing to use a rose on your sister." Despite his obvious struggles during the conversation, he hadn't missed the words, the ones that now floated around in his head, connecting lines and ideas through all the fuzziness. It's because of that fuzziness that he even brings it up, knowing that it might start some drama again. 

Seeing Koa order another round, Zavien downs his current drink with more skill than one might expect of the lightweight. He still grimaces a little as it burns his throat, but he lets out a melancholy laugh. "I thought we were just here to get me drunk?" It's not that he doesn't want to talk about Lena, it's that he doesn't know what else to say. It seems like they're just at a point where he needs to fix himself and see where things go.

And love is good, and life is long,
and friends are best together.