Emberwood [m] Internet killed the video star

It was so strange, how in this moment, he felt more comfort from Tybault than he ever had before. Nothing had changed, and everything had, and when Tybault brushed against him, Everett buried his nose in his brother's neck for a long moment. Inhaled -- then pulled away with a sigh and a look he knew he would have to explain.

He turned to Reina instead. 

Reina, he stopped short before her too, the air alight between them. But a flurry of everything hit him all at one - grief, remorse, regret, guilt. His tongue felt heavy again, and parched; words faltered behind parted lips. I'm sorry, was all that came out. The only words he seemed to know how to say anymore, and they fell from his mouth just as heavy as they had with Reverie.

Misunderstanding after misunderstanding. He should have looked for Reina - what kind of a man was he? He should have believed Reverie would be fine - look at his fear she'd replaced his help already.

They reached them as if in cue.

Everett swung around to face his sister and her newest fling.

His eyes met Tybault's, but Reverie was speaking before he could edge a word in.

A lot only happened because Reverie wouldn't listen. They could have been through things now if she'd only believed him, and trusted him for who he'd always proven himself to be since leaving the Gilded Sea!

He sighed. So, so tired. And so, so tempted to say things he know he shouldn't. 

Stop.

Breathe.

He shook his head.

It can wait until you're rested, he said as he turned to his brother and Reina again, everyone's okay. It's nothing that can't wait.

It had been a misunderstanding, after all. Something he and Reverie should talk through first.