Mateo
It is companionable, the botanist focusing on his breathing and on not putting too much weight on his bad ankle, letting the hiking stick do most of the walking for him. "Mm?" He glances up towards Ever as he breaks the silence, Mateo glad to see the Falling already coming into view; soon enough he hopes to be tucked up in his boat with tea and soup and pajamas. For now, though - taverns.
"Yes, I think so," he admits. "Taverns are places where alcohol flows freely, and so inhibitions are naturally lower than they otherwise might be." It feels like an explanation Ever would be able to accept, anyway. "Lowered inhibitions can lead to more impulsive behaviour, such as... touching strangers, I suppose." Offering a soft smile to Ever's back, he tilts his head. "Why, has that happened to you?"
"Yes, I think so," he admits. "Taverns are places where alcohol flows freely, and so inhibitions are naturally lower than they otherwise might be." It feels like an explanation Ever would be able to accept, anyway. "Lowered inhibitions can lead to more impulsive behaviour, such as... touching strangers, I suppose." Offering a soft smile to Ever's back, he tilts his head. "Why, has that happened to you?"
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
