Mateo
"It is, isn't it?" Mateo echoes. "It is for you, so I am glad that you think so." His temper has a very long fuse, and whether it's the fact that he's just shut himself off from all the ways that he's still Flora's brother but not as good as Enzo, or the drink and drugs he'll do the second he gets home, he's surprisingly mellow about this whole sorry ordeal.
"Well, everything does," he says with an easy roll of his shoulders. "Whether we want them to or not. So you may as well enjoy them while they are here." leaning back on his hands, he resists the urge to stare directly into the sun through his glasses, instead stubbing out his cigarette against the warm sand.
"You might not feel like it, but you probably should, you know. You look like shit. Does your mother know you're letting yourself waste away? Does Dad?" Would you like them to?
"Well, everything does," he says with an easy roll of his shoulders. "Whether we want them to or not. So you may as well enjoy them while they are here." leaning back on his hands, he resists the urge to stare directly into the sun through his glasses, instead stubbing out his cigarette against the warm sand.
"You might not feel like it, but you probably should, you know. You look like shit. Does your mother know you're letting yourself waste away? Does Dad?" Would you like them to?
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
