vivi e lascia vivere

Everest

Listening with quietly confused eyes and gently fidgeting fingers, Ever looks up into the cloudless sky for a moment before reaching around and placing his arm over Mateo's shoulders. It was an awkward gesture to be sure, all stiff limbed and splayed fingers, and indeed the few pat pat pats from his palm would look not unlike certain gifs we've all seen. Even so, it was the gesture that counted, or at least, that Everest very much hope counted.

"I'm not sure how to answer that." The aviator replies, his fingers curling around Mateo's shoulder. "I think if you want to live the life that most people prescribe to others, then yes that's what you're supposed to do. You're supposed to say you don't want it, but then you find someone who fits against you like a puzzle piece you didn't know that you were missing and then all the romance songs suddenly make sense." If Ever's words have taken on an abruptly greeting-card quality, it's because that's exactly where he's got these sorts of sentiments from.

"But if you want to live a life that makes you happy, then no I don't think you should try and do that at all. Although...if not having some sort of goal to work toward is making you unhappy then perhaps you could try and find one." He adds, not shrugging exactly because he doesn't want to shift against Mateo, but raising one shoulder just the same.

I've done the math, checked the facts
And there's no changing that