Mateo
"I did hear about Jack, yes," Mateo confirms with a small, sad smile. "I quite liked him - shame he turned out to be an asshole." He wants to say shame our dads were right about him but gods, the effort it would take to dig for such humility isn't energy the botanist can spare. "I was considering sending him something poisonous or itchy, but I thought it would be best to check with you first. Offer still stands, though." He winks.
But gods, apparently the rumour mill isn't that quick or efficient, because this is the first he's hearing about Soh and Koa, Mateo's eyes widening. "They are not," he quips, quickly tamping down on his need to gossip to spare his sister's feelings. Instead, even as she starts talking about a glossary and flashcards and things Ever could make that would likely do them both some good if he's honest, he's already turning to crush his sister in another hug.
"That sucks," he tells her emphatically. "I mean... good for them, obviously. But it still fucking sucks. I am sorry."
But gods, apparently the rumour mill isn't that quick or efficient, because this is the first he's hearing about Soh and Koa, Mateo's eyes widening. "They are not," he quips, quickly tamping down on his need to gossip to spare his sister's feelings. Instead, even as she starts talking about a glossary and flashcards and things Ever could make that would likely do them both some good if he's honest, he's already turning to crush his sister in another hug.
"That sucks," he tells her emphatically. "I mean... good for them, obviously. But it still fucking sucks. I am sorry."
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
