[ when taair gives him a smile, it's automatic for yves to give one back. there's still a tiredness to his expression, expected after 9 hours of rushed work, but the warmth is sincere. ]

Pretty sure I'm just talking whatever comes to mind but... if it could help you at all, Taair, then I'm satisfied.

[ choices. there is nothing in this world but choices. the little things they can do and affect in small ways, because the heavens feel too big to rebel against.

for now. ]

I hope you make choices that aren't too heavy for you to carry. But if they ever are... you know where to find me. I'll do my best to make the weight half.