Mateo
"Your pronunciation is much improved," Mateo remarks, scrunching his nose to see Koa manipulate his arm back into its socket as if it isn't the first time he's had to do such a thing (he has the feeling it isn't). Still, it's for the best given that he has no chance of forcing it back in place himself; at least he can offer a salve through magical means, though. Letting out a breath he hasn't realised he's been holding to see some of the other man's more visible injures knit themselves back together, he accepts the necklace back and loops it over his head.
"Prego," he says easily, looking him over properly and furrowing his brow. "Not your worst either," he says, trying for a joke with a lopsided smile, before he straightens and offers the other man his hands to help him up. "What happened?" he asks, because of course he does. "Come on - we can go to the Hart and sit somewhere." His appetite for raves and drugs has been somewhat dampened by the night's events, to say the least.
"Prego," he says easily, looking him over properly and furrowing his brow. "Not your worst either," he says, trying for a joke with a lopsided smile, before he straightens and offers the other man his hands to help him up. "What happened?" he asks, because of course he does. "Come on - we can go to the Hart and sit somewhere." His appetite for raves and drugs has been somewhat dampened by the night's events, to say the least.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
