Mateo
Rather than providing said arguments - his head is starting to feel as though it is filled with bees again - Mateo merely grumbles something that he hopes Ever will disregard enough not to press the issue. Raking a hand through dusty curls and wondering how many bruises he's given himself over the course of the past 36 hours, the botanist huffs a sigh deep enough to drag his shoulders down. Every part of him aches, but he's not sure he wants to lay down in case he goes to sleep right there.
"You are always so kind, Ever," he murmurs; it's true, scripted or not, the aviator always does his best with the resources he has available to him. "I was just beginning to feel like there was no point in doing anything," he admits. "I do not have any idea what to do with my life. Not in the way some people seem to expect." It hasn't been explicit, but speaking lately with Remi, Paige, Sohalia, even Flora and Everest - it's caused something to start niggling in the back of the botanist's mind.
"Am I meant to find somebody to settle down with, do you think? Is that is what is supposed to happen, even if I do not want it?"
"You are always so kind, Ever," he murmurs; it's true, scripted or not, the aviator always does his best with the resources he has available to him. "I was just beginning to feel like there was no point in doing anything," he admits. "I do not have any idea what to do with my life. Not in the way some people seem to expect." It hasn't been explicit, but speaking lately with Remi, Paige, Sohalia, even Flora and Everest - it's caused something to start niggling in the back of the botanist's mind.
"Am I meant to find somebody to settle down with, do you think? Is that is what is supposed to happen, even if I do not want it?"
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
