Everest
"This isn't trouble." Ever replies in a perfectly neutral Everest-tone. This wasn't trouble, it was just being friends with Mateo and though it came with stress, so did absolutely everything in the aviator's life.
Light and fresh air go a long way to relaxing Ever's shoulders, though as they emerge topside, the aviator is in no hurrying to do anything other than box-breathe until his blood pressure has gone down. 'Can we sit a minute? Or several, I'm not sure how long I'll need.' He asks, blinking up at Mateo as he tugs softly on his belt.
'You're very welcome. I'm sorry for finding you if you didn't want to be found.' The aviator mumbles guiltily as he tries his best to brush the dirt from his shoulders and pant legs.
Light and fresh air go a long way to relaxing Ever's shoulders, though as they emerge topside, the aviator is in no hurrying to do anything other than box-breathe until his blood pressure has gone down. 'Can we sit a minute? Or several, I'm not sure how long I'll need.' He asks, blinking up at Mateo as he tugs softly on his belt.
'You're very welcome. I'm sorry for finding you if you didn't want to be found.' The aviator mumbles guiltily as he tries his best to brush the dirt from his shoulders and pant legs.
I've done the math, checked the facts
And there's no changing that
And there's no changing that
