Zavien
Strike hands with me. The glass is brim.
The dew is on the heather.
Nothing Zavien hears convinces him that they can't work, or that Koa doesn't like Soh that way. All he hears are excuses of things that he doesn't really understand, that he doesn't currently (or maybe ever) have the mental capacity to work through. One thing he can understand is the fear of rejection. He'd lamented about the same thing to Koa just months ago, and although things had worked out for him, he can't say for sure that things will work out for his friend.The dew is on the heather.
Still, something nags at him, and Zavien leans forward with a teasing smile, the alcohol definitely kicking in. "Well, if she said she wanted something more, would you be open to it?" Because if he had to guess, he'd bet that Soh still likes him - but maybe that's the beer talking.
At least the topic of getting drunk isn't something heavy with history or anxious potential, the thoughts of women and relationships something he can look at from a foggy distance. Smiling, he shrugs his shoulders. "I'm not drunk yet, so why not?"
And love is good, and life is long,
and friends are best together.
and friends are best together.
