Everest
Placing his spoon into his soup and folding his hands into his lap, Ever stares rather intensely at Mateo though in truth the aviator doesn't really see his friend. Instead, he sees arguments taking shape, with various lemmas and the like struck out when they failed to be sound - as with Mateo's observation that the way Ever was affected only himself. By and large that was true, and perhaps was an important detail in all of this that he'd failed to consider.
"A sliding scale makes more sense, though..." Frowning and reaching for his spoon, Ever sighs. "It's harder to parse. A bit like when a pile becomes a mountain. Have you heard that one?" Glancing over his bowl, Ever waits a moment before taking another bite.
"You don't need to be sorry." The aviator replies immediately, and now it's his turn to consider reaching out and taking Mateo's hand, suddenly feeling as though he must have upset his friend. Instead, he considers the question asked of him. Leaning back in his chair, Ever introspects the way he's heard that others could do; looking inside of himself, he tried very hard to try and find The Answer, before deciding that he'd settle for Any Answer.
"Well, my first inclination is to say that it would be you and I on La Verbena. We would have plenty of supplies and we would be flying somewhere that the weather was predictable and good. We would have lots of books and clean clothes." Paradise, surely. "Only..I'm not sure if that would make me happy because I've never experienced all those things together."
"A sliding scale makes more sense, though..." Frowning and reaching for his spoon, Ever sighs. "It's harder to parse. A bit like when a pile becomes a mountain. Have you heard that one?" Glancing over his bowl, Ever waits a moment before taking another bite.
"You don't need to be sorry." The aviator replies immediately, and now it's his turn to consider reaching out and taking Mateo's hand, suddenly feeling as though he must have upset his friend. Instead, he considers the question asked of him. Leaning back in his chair, Ever introspects the way he's heard that others could do; looking inside of himself, he tried very hard to try and find The Answer, before deciding that he'd settle for Any Answer.
"Well, my first inclination is to say that it would be you and I on La Verbena. We would have plenty of supplies and we would be flying somewhere that the weather was predictable and good. We would have lots of books and clean clothes." Paradise, surely. "Only..I'm not sure if that would make me happy because I've never experienced all those things together."
I've done the math, checked the facts
And there's no changing that
And there's no changing that
