She smiled gently when he tipped his head down and her eyes met his for like a second before he was looking away. “Hello.” Athena returned. He didn’t shrug her off or away, so she let out a sigh staring at the wall just as he was doing. Obviously something was up an she’d rather be there in some way, even it was just staring at a wall with him instead of not even trying to help. “We should petition for them to paint the walls something fun. I’m tired of the white.”
“I don’t know, I kind of like the white.” He says, tilting his head to the side slightly. He’d spent more time staring at this wall than he’d like to admit, and he felt somewhat attached to it. With a small hum, he lets one of his hands settle into his lap as the other one drapes around Athena’s shoulders. “When it’s white, you can imagine whatever you want on the wall. When there is something there, you are forced to see what is there.”















