Firestone Hot Springs Is it getting any better

Charon smired wryly when Osprey said she should've spruced her tail up a bit. Well, yeah, but you didn't literally say those kind of things. You just... did 'em. Charon shook his head; no use dawdling on it now. "Nah, whatever, it's fine," he said casually, eager to move on from the subject. Maybe things just weren't the same, and maybe they never would be. Maybe it would've been better if Osprey'd stayed thought-to-be-dead, so Charon could remember her fondly always.

He sighed softly and looked away, finding himself ashamed of his own thoughts towards his friend. "Anyway, you probably got places to be..." he said off-handedly, "I'm glad you're still alive." It felt like a lie as it passed his lips, which caused the churning guilt to tug at his mind again. But it was better than saying 'I hate that things are different than they used to be'.