* HE CAN SPOT SILAS ANYWHERE IN A ROOM , something he’s picked up on over the years of always being on the search for the familiar face in good times , and then exponentially more in the bad . the situation at hand isn’t quite a preferable one , he thinks as he continues sipping the cursed beverage without much heed , but if there’s one thing he’s taught himself over time is one must take the advantage of any given situation . which is why once his eyes brush past silas’ form and then circle back , he immediately falls into a determined walk , crossing the distance with an objective in mind .
the way his throat clenches seeing the familiar costume , how he’s sure the smile currently present on the other’s face will fall once he strides into sight , with how nothing good can some of silas and ethan exchanging words while under some influence -- they’re all arbitrary factors in ethan’s determined (re)conquest of silas’ heart , in worming himself back in till the other finally looks him in the eyes as they converse and remembers they’re supposed to be best friends , that ethan doesn’t fare well to being shut out .
❛ glad to see you back to being my right hand man . ❜ the words dig at something left unsaid , a look in his eyes . an easy grin slides onto his lips , and ethan cocks his head at silas’ attire with a satisfied nod . ❛ freaky coincidence , ain’t it , sy ? ❜ ( @vvept )