HARPER
"Idle tongues are as bad as idle hands," he admits in agreement, wincing slightly at the mere idea of the potential explosion of someone telling Phoebe about Maea. It makes it all the more difficult to parse which the young woman would appreciate more: Harper being honest, or giving her more time to heal before dropping such a huge bomb. Awesome. Somehow he's still tangled up in this mess.
The name she provides isn't one he knows except in passing due to the woman's shop, but at least that gives him a starting point. Not exactly sure how that conversation will work, but no harm in trying. "It's a place to start!" Cling to that enthusiasm Harper. It's all you've got. He lifts his hand in a cheers motion to her words, though he privately hopes the two stay away from each other for longer than will likely realistically happen.
"Ah, me?" Slightly flustered and certainly surprised by the interest, Harper fumbles and tries to come up with something. Rather unsuccessfully. "Well I'm not very interesting...what do you want to know? I'm pretty much an open book." Except for. Y'know. Telling people about his annoyingly traumatic backstory.
The name she provides isn't one he knows except in passing due to the woman's shop, but at least that gives him a starting point. Not exactly sure how that conversation will work, but no harm in trying. "It's a place to start!" Cling to that enthusiasm Harper. It's all you've got. He lifts his hand in a cheers motion to her words, though he privately hopes the two stay away from each other for longer than will likely realistically happen.
"Ah, me?" Slightly flustered and certainly surprised by the interest, Harper fumbles and tries to come up with something. Rather unsuccessfully. "Well I'm not very interesting...what do you want to know? I'm pretty much an open book." Except for. Y'know. Telling people about his annoyingly traumatic backstory.
if brokenness is a form of art
I must be a poster child prodigy
I must be a poster child prodigy
