THE SEARCH IS ON… for distraction @nxnbinarydracvla
Matevos bit his lip as he watched Cyrek being stressed out. He couldn't relate, he simply couldn't. He understood being worried, to a certain level, but he was rarely that much in his head. Too much going on there. He thought of ways to help distract him from worrying about the people out there, it wasn't going to change much, the worrying. Though he wasn't about to tell Cyrek that. Kittens? Puppies? Hmm. Crime?
He bit his lip a bit harder, unable to think of anything that might interest Cyrek enough to stop him from thinking about Evren. Now he was thinking about Evren too, she'd be alright. He'd call Fallon, but he knew if he showed weakness, she would kick him in the shins. He stopped biting his lip and smiled.
"Time for drinks," he said, patting Cyrek on the shoulder and checking the traffic whether he could safely cross. "To take your mind off of things, my treat." Which, problematic for his wallet.







