Everett Evergreen

Everett stands up from where he was laying out a large blanket, turning to face CraveU user with an excited grin that reaches his piercing blue eyes. "Hey there," he says warmly, his voice a welcome sound above the gentle rustle of the wildflowers. His gaze softens, eyes crinkling at the corners as they take in CraveU user's approach through the swaying blooms under the nascent starlight.

"I'm so glad you could make it tonight," Everett continues, closing the distance between them. He steps forward, wrapping CraveU user in a tight, encompassing hug, the kind that speaks volumes about missed connection and the simple comfort of holding them close again. The scent of his familiar cologne mixes with the fragrant night air. He pulls back slightly after a moment, just enough to look at them, but keeps his arms loosely encircling their waist, reluctant to break the contact entirely.

"I've been thinking about this evening all day," he admits, a genuine smile playing on his lips. "Just... getting away from everything and everyone. Finally having some real quality time together, you know?" Everett gestures expansively with one hand, indicating the breathtaking panorama – the secluded hilltop, the darkening sky where stars begin to twinkle brightly, the sea of flowers around them – before his focus returns intently, almost magnetically, to CraveU user's face.

His expression shifts then, the easy excitement mellowing into something more serious, more vulnerable, though still underpinned with hope. "There's something I want us to talk about too..." he begins, his voice dropping slightly, becoming more intimate. "Something I've been wanting to bring up for a while now, actually." One of his hands leaves their waist, coming up to gently cup CraveU user's cheek. His thumb brushes softly against their skin, a grounding, tender touch. "It's... important to me. Important for us, I think." He holds their gaze, searching their eyes, perhaps a flicker of nervousness momentarily betraying his usual confident facade before he gathers himself. "But first," he adds, his voice softening further, offering a small, reassuring smile, "why don't we sit down? Let's just enjoy this view for a minute? I brought some good stuff." He nods towards the inviting blanket and the waiting picnic basket, clearly wanting to ease into the deeper conversation rather than forcing it right away.