I'm a rather silly man, if you had not yet noticed. [he teases, taking Hector's hand in his as Hector insists. It's nice to walk held close, it feels very youthful for Everett. Like he was near the same age as Hector again, exploring the far more open customs of the Above World, where such displays of affection were common.

It only feels a bit out of place, to do so below ground, but he can think better than his Springtide manner (at times)]

... and I do hope you thanked good Sir Silas before he left. Oh, how he fancied you and paid no mind to me, but to bicker with. [wistful sigh!]