super lavitz, the hero of bahamut (gripes) wrote in emillion, |
That much was true; the only way was up. But Lavitz couldn't convincingly say he'd been going 'up' at all, not after what had happened with Mag weeks ago. Now their meetings felt awkward, as if someone was meant to address the elephant in the room, but didn't know how. It was worse with Kiernan, with their twenty plus years friendship behind them, and as his thoughts drew toward the two, he shook his head. No use going there.
"Work more than time, usually," he confessed, removing a hand to brush stray hair from his forehead. A pause, and then: "Thanks, Foxe."