Bastien
Bastien reached out to take the box, a smile growing on his face the second his fingers touched it; he turned it over a couple of times to see all the designs and work then looked up with his smile now a grin at Amun. "Thank you, my friend! It is beautiful." With the handpainted walls of their child's room and the collection of made, artful pieces to surround their life with, Bastien was sure the baby would grow up with a healthy appreciation for the arts.Amun still seemed as down as ever though (the man always seemed to be sad about one thing or another) and Bastien's smile softened as he went to put the box on the stairs to take up later, then he came to put a hand on Amun's shoulder. "Would you like to come in for some wine and a talk? You seem to be carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. I have something that might help with that."
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
