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”That is what I thought as well,” Mateo agrees with a smile. It also helps, he imagines, that it’s still relatively early and thus quite quiet in the Plaza, and it’s a place that Everest knows well so as to be more predictable than somewhere less familiar. ”Whatever helps you to run off some of that stress,” he says of the aviator’s shifting partway, bobbing his head in an easy nod and turning as if he might just set off before remembering who he’s with and keeping himself from sprinting away without warning.
Which is good, as it happens, because Everest is already getting his fretful tone on, Mateo smiling warmly back at him. ”I had one of those weird protein shakes for breakfast,” he confirms. ”And water - and there are water fountains in the Celestine if we need them. I also did not go out last night, so I was asleep relatively early for me.” And quite proud of himself he is, too.
His smile softening, Mateo nods once more in acknowledgement of Ever’s gratitude, before he gestures around. ”Shall we? I will let you set the pace.”
Which is good, as it happens, because Everest is already getting his fretful tone on, Mateo smiling warmly back at him. ”I had one of those weird protein shakes for breakfast,” he confirms. ”And water - and there are water fountains in the Celestine if we need them. I also did not go out last night, so I was asleep relatively early for me.” And quite proud of himself he is, too.
His smile softening, Mateo nods once more in acknowledgement of Ever’s gratitude, before he gestures around. ”Shall we? I will let you set the pace.”
