@kemuriin asked —
"It’s been a while since we’ve had one of our depressing chats." Oh yknow.
It had been a while, hadn’t it? Not just for their ‘depressing’ chats as Kohaku had put it, but they hadn’t talked as much as they had. Time had distanced them, other priorities being more important than others. Waver didn’t even know whether to ask about the others that lived in the house with them, but he decided against it before the thought could reach his lips. “I guess so, huh,” he finally answered, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket. Things were different, awkward. Their lapse in what to say wasn’t the only thing that had changed. Having grown taller, hair longer, Waver wasn’t the same young man he had been back at that house they all had shared.
“Were you wanting to? I mean, I don’t have much to talk about...” Or anything that he was willing to share. He felt bottled up these days, keeping his woes and worries to himself than spilling secrets. It had nothing to do with trust, but it had more to do with not wanting to pick at fresh wounds. “You must have more to say than I do. What’ve you been doing since then?”
