Iris made another face.
âHonestly, dude, Iâm kinda surprised Tl- Fury got with him in the first place, much less agreed to marry him. They seem really different, you know?â
Her smile came back and widened to match Evitaâs. Her new friendâs good mood was infectious!
Iris closed her eyes and enjoyed the almost-feeling of drifting up to the Tower. They were almost there- the very tip couldnât be more than fifteen feet away from them.
William wasnât sure how he felt about the kiss being broken. Getting intimate with Zeke now would just feel⊠wrong. But that at the same time, he found himself wanting it- if only just a little, and probably only because he was in a vulnerable state.
ââŠSure. We can talk.â
He sat up with a sigh, unsure of what to do with his hands.
âI⊠Well, Iâm gonna be honest. You⊠you still smelled like smoke.â
âOh, they are very different. But I think itâs in a way that compliments one another, you know? There are good differents and bad differents. Iâll admit this to you, though...â
Landing gracefully on the very top of the Eiffel tower, Evita watched the rain fall down on Paris and instinctively sighed from wonder.
âI thought he was going to end up with my brother for a while. But it never came to be! Probably for the best.â
Zekeâs face fell, yet only slightly. He didnât want William to feel even more stressed out about the situation. He scratched at his neck and held in a sigh, looking to the side.Â
Nothing really could get rid of the smell of smoke, could it?
âI... Figured, yeah, that... Mighta hurt.â
Exhaling, he tried to meet Williamâs eye.
âYou ever thought about seeinâ a therapist about it? Just... Yâknow, just as an idea.â














