champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"Well I am glad to hear that I make some part of things easier for you," Mateo says with a sunny, dimpled smile, trying to keep his eyes ahead so he can focus on the dull thud of their footsteps and the way his breath huffs out of him in pace with their running. And, just as the other man has just internalised, he is happy to let the silence stretch between them for as long as is necessary; not feeling the need to poke at Ever's thoughts or to pick at emotional wounds that have just started to scab over.
It's not a difficult thing to do, granted, when he's starting to have to push himself to keep jogging, and by the time Ever does speak again, Mateo is slowing a little bit. Even so, he nods cheerfully to the aviator. "Please, by all means," he says. "Go as fast and as far as you like. I will keep to the route so there is something to follow. And you should not lose sight of me that way."
It's not a difficult thing to do, granted, when he's starting to have to push himself to keep jogging, and by the time Ever does speak again, Mateo is slowing a little bit. Even so, he nods cheerfully to the aviator. "Please, by all means," he says. "Go as fast and as far as you like. I will keep to the route so there is something to follow. And you should not lose sight of me that way."
