[SE] the art of friendship

// you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start —

Nodding despite the shock that leaves him about what happened to Lena, Thorn internally winces despite all of it because it looks like his friend is doing okay. And as he spins the bell in question that he’s been eyeing, the rainbow hues of the metal glint against the dim light. “Yeah, makes sense.” Diving into work – after all, that’s what he did after his incident. It helped to distract you from the bad things that happened.

But he glances over in time to see Zavien talk about this friend, and it’s a fucking bombshell. And he’s glad that Zavien isn’t looking at him with the way his mouth falls open, seafoam gaze focused on the Risen Sun like it might answer a few of the questions that initially come to mind. But he gets his emotions back under control, a whoosh of air leaving his lips as he blinks and looks back down at the same bell. “Oh my gods? Congrats, Zav.” He says at first, before a light trickle of a laugh leaves him and he leans in toward Zavien. “When I gave ya those pointers I wasn’t tryin’ to help ya get someone pregnant.” He admits sheepishly, like he thinks maybe he’s to blame for some of it for the advice he’d given.

thorn

— at least pretend you didn't wanna get caught,
we're concentrating on falling apart //