with no big plans for the evening, silas was on his way to order some takeout and curl up with a movie for the night. he’d had a few offers for some events, just parties, but he wasn’t feeling anything too high energy. the week had drained him, and the little sleep he’d gotten last night meant that he wasn’t really in the mood to rage until the sun came up. it’s only when he sees ky that silas pauses, unable to help watching curiously and cringing internally when he sees someone walk off mid-conversation. it makes him nervous, honestly, to approach ky. in fact, he’s not sure ky wants to talk to him at all –- he wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t. but something about the desperation in his voice makes silas feel a little bad, and he cares, so how can he walk by like he doesn’t? he clears his throat as he gets closer, hoping to make his presence known. “ everything okay? ” he looks at the flyer ky’s holding and it makes more sense. he tries to offer to help invite people, but both of them know silas is hands down incapable of approaching people like that. it’s more more ky’s speed. still, he thinks it’s the polite thing to do. “ are people not showing up? do you.. need help? ”
kymani did all but jump when he heard silas' voice, not expecting it in the slightest. while they were what he considered to be friends, maybe best friends? best friends that used to kiss each other and now don't really seem to ever be alone together? not in a meaningful way anymore at least. they didn't see each other nearly as much as friends should and that was to kymani's dismay. "oh, uh, yeah, i'm fine, it's fine." he immediately assured, though at the current moment he wasn't sure anything was fine. his event was going to be a fail, no one would ever trust him to host anything and his life would be ruined. this would be the worst year of his university life and he hadn't even been cheated on this time, what a cruel world. he wanted to share these thoughts, these worries with his friend so bad, wanted to just fall into his arms. he doesn't. "i've been pretty vocal on social media about this event i'm hosting," he reaches out his hand to offer a poster to his ex friend, pal, buddy. it was completely the kind of thing ky wanted him around, other artists, filling each other's cups. he could think of many events just like this one they had gone to, sitting together so close. ky had always thought that silas deserved to be up on stage with all the people they'd admire but would gladly settle for them sitting together, watching together. "but i thought, hit the pavement, show my face around, hopefully get some interest. no one seems to care about young poets though." a fact he'd known well from his own writing. he knew his face was probably in a pout now, thinking about the others' crushed spirits. he could remember countless times he had told silas he was feeling the same way, defeated, let down by the cold, harsh world. he could remember times he had just held the other and cried. now though, he straightened himself out. "i won't say no to help though! with a face like yours maybe someone will come?" it was sweet of him to offer, though kymani knew this kind of thing was so far left with what silas was usually comfortable with. maybe that's what he was missing though, the handsome, quiet approach. "maybe you could sit on a bench with a sexy brood and hand some out to whoever approaches you?" he thought he knew his friend's strengths well, and his face was one of them, no denying it.
