champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
However much Mateo has been here for the changes that his friend has gone through, it's still startling for the botanist to feel Ever's too blue eyes on him with such intensity. He finds himself fussing with his sweater rather than being able to hold the other man's gaze, and the sincerity he knows suffuses the aviator's words is enough to have tears scraping at the backs of his eyes. Smiling despite it and blinking quickly, he shrugs again and gives his friend a wobbly smile.
"I really just want to take a nap," he admits, "if you don't mind staying." Because as nice as it will be to collapse in his own bed, it won't really feel the same unless he's got Ever with him, in whatever shape the aviator finds most comfortable.
Whatever the other man's decision, Mateo sniffs and rises to his feet, despositing his empty cup on the counter and reaching up to untie his hair, letting his curls fall carelessly around his shoulders.
"I really just want to take a nap," he admits, "if you don't mind staying." Because as nice as it will be to collapse in his own bed, it won't really feel the same unless he's got Ever with him, in whatever shape the aviator finds most comfortable.
Whatever the other man's decision, Mateo sniffs and rises to his feet, despositing his empty cup on the counter and reaching up to untie his hair, letting his curls fall carelessly around his shoulders.
