You get used to the heat. Fall is a second spring in a way down there. Maybe I like having the prospect of second chances.

{ his eyes light up at the mention of having it at the center. he isn't for imposing what had been a belief he grew up with, but he did take - reclaim - the parts that he can consider the briefest happy memories he holds locked inside. }

Give me a time and date and I'll be there on prompt. A gentleman's promise. I'll make a star for the top of it. Maybe everyone can contribute an ornate for it.

{ he's giving complete trust to see the outcome of the tea, and he's in no rush. louis leans back, answering the question in reverse. }

Some might call that poetic justice. I'd like to hear about your trial if you'll be open to it whenever.