Everest
Blinking hard at first, you'd think steam would start pouring from the aviator's ears given how hard he appeared to be trying to understand his friend's advice. But, as Ever had done with democracy, so too did the botanist find a way of making fish and trees make sense.
Sort of.
"Well but fish on the whole aren't meant to climb trees, whereas people...well, people seem meant to be a certain way." A certain way that I'm not, going unsaid lest he labour that point too much. Rub a finger between one of his eyes before looking down at his fingers that he'd meticulously made sure were free of dirt from their previous adventures, Ever tilts his head to the side before looking up at Mateo and possibly asking him the most unfair question one person can ask of another.
"How do you know when you're happy? Or..how do you know when you're happy enough to let things go, or not happy enough so that you have to put up boundaries?"
Sort of.
"Well but fish on the whole aren't meant to climb trees, whereas people...well, people seem meant to be a certain way." A certain way that I'm not, going unsaid lest he labour that point too much. Rub a finger between one of his eyes before looking down at his fingers that he'd meticulously made sure were free of dirt from their previous adventures, Ever tilts his head to the side before looking up at Mateo and possibly asking him the most unfair question one person can ask of another.
"How do you know when you're happy? Or..how do you know when you're happy enough to let things go, or not happy enough so that you have to put up boundaries?"
I've done the math, checked the facts
And there's no changing that
And there's no changing that
