Cecil Honeychurch (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} choneychurch) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} gooseberry, |
Apparently...water is what Chris had been looking for. Cecil laughs softly despite himself at the boy's excitement and confusion and unintentional joke, but is quietly relieved to see him accept the bottle and take a drink. He blinks when the Coppertale puts his head in his lap, but doesn't jolt or move away or do anything else that might show his surprise. If he needs a pillow for a bit, Cecil can be a pillow.
"Good. I'm glad," he answers honestly, continuing the conversation instead of acknowledging the unexpected position he's found himself in, "And it's...going great for me too." Automatically, he thinks of Levi and everything that's gone on this evening and blushes. But that's not anything Chris needs to hear about. Or anyone, really. The question, though, that gives him some pause. "Everyone's got pressures to deal with," he says finally and shrugs, "I don't know. I stay busy so I can feel like I'm doing something. I try to keep everything in perspective and focus on the people and the things that matter to me instead of the other stuff." Then he laughs, softly and briefly and sheepishly. "And I rely on my friends. Maybe more than I should."
He pauses, frowning as he dwells on the implications and what the question seems to imply about Chris' drinking habits and coping mechanisms alike. Then he brushes the boy's hair back gently like he might do when comforting one of his younger sisters. "Things have...been hard lately, right? I'm sorry."