Koa
You keep telling me to live right
Ouch. Okay. Cool cool cool. Koa visibly flinches as Mateo speaks, his mouth curling into a wry grimace at the reaffirmation of how very little their budding relationship apparently meant to Flora. "Yeah. Well." He shrugs, mouth too dry and ego too bruised, the weak attempt at nonchalant almost more pathetic than tears. Evidently the love Koa'd thought was growing didn't warrant mention to Flora's next of kin. Add it to the stack lacerations upon his thoroughly flayed heart.
Is there anything Mateo can do? Again Koa shrugs, crossing his arms mulishly over his chest. "Can you make your sister change her mind?" It's a rhetorical question - nobody can make Flora change her mind about anything, a quality he both loves and, right now, hates. "Otherwise, y'know. I'd take more booze. Or something stronger." Something to make Koa forget what an unmitigated disaster today has been. A half-ass bandaid of a bad idea, but tonight is clearly not a night for good and reasonable calls.
Is there anything Mateo can do? Again Koa shrugs, crossing his arms mulishly over his chest. "Can you make your sister change her mind?" It's a rhetorical question - nobody can make Flora change her mind about anything, a quality he both loves and, right now, hates. "Otherwise, y'know. I'd take more booze. Or something stronger." Something to make Koa forget what an unmitigated disaster today has been. A half-ass bandaid of a bad idea, but tonight is clearly not a night for good and reasonable calls.
You don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then
