Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
Mateo thinks he holds his breath right up until the time where Everest meets his eyes, when the botanist lets it all out in a shuddering sigh, unsure what he'd expected but feeling thrilled with anything. The fact that his friend had accepted the gift alone is enough - more than enough - but then Ever speaks and sounds the way he had before the void had been scraped out of his veins, he smiles and Mateo can see the light and the life in the expression. Feeling his eyes sting and blinking quickly, he at least has the foresight to wait until the aviator has tucked away the precious charm before he's rushing forward to catch the other man in a tight hug.
"Prego," he trills, voice muffled in Ever's shirt, his smile something he can't wipe away even if you paid him to do it. "Of course I will stay. As long as you like." Stepping back to grin at him, as if his friend has been lost somewhere for a long time and has just found his way back home, he tilts his head mischievously right back at him. "If ever there was a time to toast with the good Torchline rum - in the middle of the night - it is right now. You get the glasses, I will get the rum."
"Prego," he trills, voice muffled in Ever's shirt, his smile something he can't wipe away even if you paid him to do it. "Of course I will stay. As long as you like." Stepping back to grin at him, as if his friend has been lost somewhere for a long time and has just found his way back home, he tilts his head mischievously right back at him. "If ever there was a time to toast with the good Torchline rum - in the middle of the night - it is right now. You get the glasses, I will get the rum."
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
