champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
Tilting his head and waiting patiently for Ever to realise what he's said and rephrase it, Mateo takes a quick sip of tea despite its heat, relishing the flavour that hums to life on his tongue. "Having never been in love myself, I can only speculate," he says slowly, "but I suppose it's to do with being afraid to lose something you care about. If you love something, it'll hurt if you lose it." He shrugs his shoulder.
"From what I've heard, Isla has loved and lost a few times. So she might be worried about it." Honestly, though, the only person who would really know how she'd react is the Remedy herself. For Mateo at least, he's still primarily concerned about the aviator's feelings.
Much more interested in the date besides, he bites his lip such that only one dimple appears when he smiles, nodding eagerly to his friend. "I'll help you pick an outfit for her, and I'll dress you before you go," he assures him. "Where will you be taking her?"
"From what I've heard, Isla has loved and lost a few times. So she might be worried about it." Honestly, though, the only person who would really know how she'd react is the Remedy herself. For Mateo at least, he's still primarily concerned about the aviator's feelings.
Much more interested in the date besides, he bites his lip such that only one dimple appears when he smiles, nodding eagerly to his friend. "I'll help you pick an outfit for her, and I'll dress you before you go," he assures him. "Where will you be taking her?"
