Hushed Willows it's in the lap of the gods

except when he didn't, delight's own treacherous thoughts echo unknowingly. lily has a point in any case. the truth is often cruel in his experience--his existence has been somewhat cruel, if you'll indulge him the maudlin thought. in any case he doesn't have long to dwell on it, as lily rises. he's tired too, feeling it sink into him suddenly. straightening, the shiva nods and murmurs "good idea." his thoughts still swirl anxiously between his ears, but he thinks fatigue will win out in this case, and maybe he and lily can turn to slightly happier topics as they walk back.