Mateo
"I do not think we can equate the way you are to taking another person's life," Mateo says with a slight tilt of his head. "For a start, the way you are primarily only affects you." It's hardly the same as being mean or murder, the botanist thinks. As for the always/never nature of happiness, he begins by softly shaking his head. "No, I think it is more like a sliding scale. Am I more happy than unhappy, day to day," he says, starting to quite enjoy this back and forth.
That is, of course, until Ever's confession that his sliding scale more often than not falls towards unhappiness. Putting down his spoon and resisting the urge to reach out and take his friend's hand, Mateo frowns softly to the aviator. "I am very sorry to hear that," he murmurs. "...What would make you happy? Let us pretend that societal norms did not exist for a second. What would happy look like, for you?"
That is, of course, until Ever's confession that his sliding scale more often than not falls towards unhappiness. Putting down his spoon and resisting the urge to reach out and take his friend's hand, Mateo frowns softly to the aviator. "I am very sorry to hear that," he murmurs. "...What would make you happy? Let us pretend that societal norms did not exist for a second. What would happy look like, for you?"
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
