Mateo
Shrugging easily as Koa refuses his assistance in standing, the botanist steps back to give him room to get back on his feet, only momentarily distracted by the couple canoodling their way through the alley behind them. Easy for them to do, given the whole clear and warm and starlit nature of the night, though even if it had been raining it likely wouldn't have stopped them. He's still gazing admiringly after them (because they're attractive, you understand, rather than because they are in love) when Koa speaks at last, and Mateo blinks back at him like a luxere in the lamplight.
"Oh." He has the good grace to wince, at least, both at the news and at the way the other man slams his hand back against the rough wall. "That sucks, yeah." He imagines. Mateo hasn't ever been dumped - and especially not by his sister - but he's heard enough pining love songs to understand it isn't a pleasant feeling. "I didn't know you guys were together." Is that the right thing to say? Probably not, fuck. Mateo tries again. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Oh." He has the good grace to wince, at least, both at the news and at the way the other man slams his hand back against the rough wall. "That sucks, yeah." He imagines. Mateo hasn't ever been dumped - and especially not by his sister - but he's heard enough pining love songs to understand it isn't a pleasant feeling. "I didn't know you guys were together." Is that the right thing to say? Probably not, fuck. Mateo tries again. "Is there anything I can do?"
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
