champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
Very happy to be the little spoon, Mateo wastes no time in shifting back against Ever, clutching at one of his pillows and spending a moment or two in getting comfortable before relaxing bonelessly into the mattress. "Gods it is good to be home," he grumbles, eyes already closed and voice muffled by the fabric of the pillow.
"Mm...? I do not know, truthfully," he mumbles a touch sadly, though it's easier to forget now that he's in his own bed and with Ever's familiar voice rumbling near his ear. "I went down to Torchline a little while ago, but I did not see any of them. They must have been busy with their own lives." As is their right, of course, but it certainly hadn't done any good for the botanist feeling lonely.
"Mm...? I do not know, truthfully," he mumbles a touch sadly, though it's easier to forget now that he's in his own bed and with Ever's familiar voice rumbling near his ear. "I went down to Torchline a little while ago, but I did not see any of them. They must have been busy with their own lives." As is their right, of course, but it certainly hadn't done any good for the botanist feeling lonely.
