Nova Lets Out A Soft Chuckle, Smile Warm As She Tucks A Strand Of Hair Behind Her Ear. It's Nice That

nova lets out a soft chuckle, smile warm as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. it's nice that he's so interested. she appreciates it. friendships are still a new thing for her to navigate, but since being in palmview, a number of people have made it feel a little easier. miles very much included. " miles, i haven't even had an audition yet. once things are actually in motion, i'll get tickets for you. don't worry, i'll secure you a good spot. " with a content belly, her spoon is discarded into her bowl, full attention on him now. she feels flattered, really, that he feels able to share such a thing with her. wishes she knew the right thing to say, something helpful. tries her best anyway. " well, showing up and saying nothing is still a step in the right direction. you can't be expected to just . . . let it all out, right away. it takes time to get comfortable talking to someone like that. " flicker of empathy behind her gaze, and if she was bigger on physical touch, maybe she'd reach out and squeeze his hand. but she isn't. " you're not raining on any parades here, " she insists, nodding when he suggests they take a walk. " yeah, that'd be nice. it's a good day for it, and maybe some fresh air will clear that head of yours. "

“ i'll be there, i promise. do you know where? and where the best seats would be..? ”  leave it to miles to bombard nova with his questions. always safe than sorry, he drums his fingers along the edge of the table.  “ making your way up, i see. i'd like to be there for all the wins.   ”  he wasn't sure what to expect but he knew the email would change the current mood. it's information received and passed, regardless. “ i'm really working on it. i went to a session and didn't say much. i'm sure they passed on the notes to my general care doctor. it kind of sucks to be there a lot. ”  there's an attempt to search for the words to describe what he was feeling. nothing really comes to mind, just that he wishes he could've brought back better news. maybe he could have if he had a bit more self-control. but that was a longstanding issues and at the very least, loved ones knew that he wasn't aggressive until provoked. “ raining on parades could be my new hobby, ” he jests. “ i'm alright though. looking at this as a reset. and some practice with media training. ”  ... “ would you want to go for a walk after this? ”

camden straightens up, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead, which only manages to smear the grease further. but it's a state most are used to seeing him in. he gives knox a lopsided grin, eyes bright but with a hint of fatigue hidden behind them. " you know me, man, never quite knew how to give up on things. " things, people. he's a fixer, and while it had began through circumstance, it was now through nature. " besides, i think this beauty's got a few more lives to lead just yet, " he adds, slapping the side of the old engine. " what brings you in ? finally do some damage to that ride of yours ? "

the  doorbell  jingled  as  he  stepped  into  the  auto  shop,    the  scent  of  motor  oil  and  gasoline  mingling  in  the  air.     he  spotted  camden  hunched  over  a  car  engine,     grease  smudged  across  his  forehead.     “  you  still  trying  to  bring  that  rust  bucket  back  to  life?  ”    knox  called  out  to  him,     leaning  against  the  workbench,     arms  crossed  with  a  grin. / @dreamerfms

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camden doesn’t get out much. for a thirty year old, his social life is far from booming. though it’s not something he entirely minds. it isn’t like he ever really had one in the first place, and truthfully he would much rather be spending time with his son that at a party. but it’s one of his oldest friends birthday celebrations, so here he is anyway, slightly tipsy and with his mind elsewhere.

he’s wandered outside for some air, leaning against the metal railing with a cigarette between his lips. it’s a bad habit and he knows it — that’s why he’s quit at least six or seven times. but sometimes he simply needs one, and the rare flush of alcohol in his system isn’t helping. turns his head when he hears someone approach, half-smile capturing his lips as he exhaled a puff of smoke. “ i’m not supposed to be smoking, ” he states, slight chuckles as he brings his finger to his lips as if to ask them to keep it a secret. “ you having a good night ? ”