Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
Slipping off his shoes and tucking his feet up beneath him, Mateo gives Ever all the time in the world to think about his question. Even were they not who they were, it's the sort of topic that deserves to be considered properly, and when the aviator does finally speak up, he finds himself with a smile so crooked that it only dimples one of his cheeks. "It is good to hear you talk about yourself like this," he admits, even if the topic of conversation is, ultimately, what to do about the Isla of it all. "I feel like this is you as well, for what it is worth. A balance between two extremes."
And in his opinion, why wouldn't anyone love that? Still, Mateo's biased. He already loves Everest, if not in exactly the same way that Isla does. (Did? Does.)
Hearing him reason out the pros and cons and coming up with the all important try, the botanist grins properly now, reaching out with his glass again to gently clink it against Ever's. "Here is to trying, then," he says, his agreement warm and immediate. "If nothing else, you will have your answer - and perhaps a lot more besides that - and will be able to stop wondering. And so will she."
And in his opinion, why wouldn't anyone love that? Still, Mateo's biased. He already loves Everest, if not in exactly the same way that Isla does. (Did? Does.)
Hearing him reason out the pros and cons and coming up with the all important try, the botanist grins properly now, reaching out with his glass again to gently clink it against Ever's. "Here is to trying, then," he says, his agreement warm and immediate. "If nothing else, you will have your answer - and perhaps a lot more besides that - and will be able to stop wondering. And so will she."
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
