[Ephemera hums noncommittally. Given the choice, he'd rather not talk about it. Just heal and move on. But he promised to do better. It doesn't have to be easy. Life never is.
Instead, he hands Sweets a piece of thick paper, folded in half. It's a sketch from the dream they shared, the woman with the brilliant smile grinning up from the paper. He's worked hard to get her eyes just right, the crook of her smile.]
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Date: 2017-10-31 11:45 pm (UTC)Instead, he hands Sweets a piece of thick paper, folded in half. It's a sketch from the dream they shared, the woman with the brilliant smile grinning up from the paper. He's worked hard to get her eyes just right, the crook of her smile.]
That's for you. Look at it later.
[He's quiet for a moment.]
I fucked up. Got in a fight.