champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
With blue eyes round like saucers and another smile threatening to permanently divet his dimples into his face, clearly Mateo is nothing but pleased to hear whatever details Ever wants to share about his time with the marvellous Doctor Lockwood. "I am really happy for you," he murmurs as he puts the tea leaves into their mugs, drawing his hands back so Ever can pour the water over them.
"I think you should let her say it first," he adds, making it sound as casual as he can. "Or wait until you have been on a certain number of dates, maybe? And then if she has not said it yet, you can tell her?" He's unable to put a name to the desperate sort of worry he feels tangling in his gut at the idea of Everest being rejected, but gods if Mateo wants to reduce the risk of that as much as possible.
"So are you... together?" he asks slowly.
"I think you should let her say it first," he adds, making it sound as casual as he can. "Or wait until you have been on a certain number of dates, maybe? And then if she has not said it yet, you can tell her?" He's unable to put a name to the desperate sort of worry he feels tangling in his gut at the idea of Everest being rejected, but gods if Mateo wants to reduce the risk of that as much as possible.
"So are you... together?" he asks slowly.
