[ME] shootin' a bullseye or tryin' to miss

You're my lighthouse in the darkness when the storm is comin' in

A helpless grin stretches out at her answer, and he tilts his head more towards her to offer it to her in full. "Just as I thought." Truly it's the best answer he could have been given. "I wonder, how does one stay on an encantado? I thought they were slick." he muses aloud, pondering the straps and other things necessary to make this work. "This might end up being over in the blink of an eye." His own attention drifts back to the line forming up, curious at so many venturing to try it.

It might have lingered there longer if not for what Melita says next. His head turns sharply towards her, "what?" blurting out of his mouth without meaning to. "You don't ever have to apologize for telling me shit," he asserts, startled still by the undue sorry. One of his arms is looped behind her, and that folds around her now, tugging her all the closer to his side. "I wanna be someone you can dump things on," he says lower and slower, considering it more fully and what it all means. "I'm sorry if I didn't feel supportive."

The vulnerability that hums just beneath this aches in him. Not having anyone, he knows that feeling, and gods he hates that she's plagued by it too. "Should we try it again?" he wonders, more than happy to rehash it out.

Iskra

Lookin' in your eyes, there's my whole damn life