MATEO
Charged with hormones and sore about losing his routine and his best friend, it would still be wrong to say that Mateo hates how perfect the Climb is. He dislikes it precisely because it is one of his versions of heaven, and he doesn't want to be happy right now. "Mmm," he replies helpfully in the affirmative, growing more irritable with every strike of the pickaxe that reveals nothing.
"Guess it didn't matter much to him, so it wasn't worth mentioning," he mutters of his other father, reaching down to absently grab up the other pickaxe, even though it's heavier than he thought it would be and he decides that he hates it as well.
"We learned about the compasses in the Collegium. Only one person can travel, or the other one will get sick," he says as he takes a clumsy swing at the wall. "It's fine. Ever has probably made new friends by now anyway."
"Guess it didn't matter much to him, so it wasn't worth mentioning," he mutters of his other father, reaching down to absently grab up the other pickaxe, even though it's heavier than he thought it would be and he decides that he hates it as well.
"We learned about the compasses in the Collegium. Only one person can travel, or the other one will get sick," he says as he takes a clumsy swing at the wall. "It's fine. Ever has probably made new friends by now anyway."
the earth has music for those who listen
