#lovehards

[unchampion]

Ivo's trying not to wallow. Or at least he's trying to try not to wallow. Nine out of ten doctors recommend you don't bask in your own misery. But that one... oh that one would agree with Ivo, surely, that there is something to be enjoyed in just stewing in it. Or maybe the last two years have just turned him into something of a masochist.

He drags a hand down his face, weariness on full display. Just for Ollie's benefit. Especially for her benefit. So maybe she'll take it easy on him today, let him haunt Willow Glen instead of having to live in it.

“Surprised you'll still put up with me even when I'm like this.” As if he isn't just like this all the time now. But hey, at least the gratitude sounds genuine enough.

@lovehards, ollie<3

[precident]

@lovehards.

he's not hiding. nor snooping. he just happens to be ducking through the staff scooping ice into glasses and lighting candles for dinner service, and not circulating through cocktail hour as instructed. listen, there's a line at that bar. there's nothing between him and pulling a can of beer out the fridge behind this bar. which is what he's doing, nobody around, when he smells it: smoke. a wind-tipped candle, a centerpiece, a tablecloth. he sees it: flame. he reacts before he thinks, hopping over the bar and sacrificing a rag to suffocate the fire. for a second, he just stands here, tipping back his beer as it foams over in excitement. kit looks around to catch a particular set of eyes, only to find them already settled in on his own. he holds out an arm, pulling amara in around the shoulder. he passes her a singed menu from the ashes. " i dunno, it kinda works. avant-garde. "