EtherealDarkling
The Tea is Still Hot...
Dexter stopped painting for a moment and he nodded in agreement at his first statement. He could sense his struggle for the right words, but he appreciated the fact that he could lend an ear. Dexter frowned deeply, reflecting on his behavior the last few days. He looked up and gave him a meek smile. "I'm working on it... I really am." he couldn't tell if he was genuine in his own conviction or just lying to himself just make himself feel better. He read into him a bit more, sensing the roots of his struggle. He let his intuition do the rest. "I take it that you got that from Ryan?" he asked with apprehension.