Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
Mateo joins her in taking a sip of the hot tea, the botanist feeling some of the tension drain from his shoulders already. Setting down his cup, he feels like he should be taking notes or something about the man and what he looks like - that's what Ever would do, he feels - but alas, his memory will have to serve. And if nothing else, they can just look for the man who has a scar like he's been stabbed, right?
Before he can mentally pack those details away properly, it becomes apparent that he's losing Soh again, and while Mateo is shit at this not medically trained in this sort of way, he has supported a few people through a bad trip, himself included. Reaching out, if Soh allows he'll cup her hands between both of his own, squeezing them gently.
"You do not need to remember everything," he says softly. "Look at me. You are safe here. Nothing is going to hurt you. Just try to copy my breathing, okay?" Here he purposely deepens his inhales, counting in for four, holding, and out for four.
Before he can mentally pack those details away properly, it becomes apparent that he's losing Soh again, and while Mateo is shit at this not medically trained in this sort of way, he has supported a few people through a bad trip, himself included. Reaching out, if Soh allows he'll cup her hands between both of his own, squeezing them gently.
"You do not need to remember everything," he says softly. "Look at me. You are safe here. Nothing is going to hurt you. Just try to copy my breathing, okay?" Here he purposely deepens his inhales, counting in for four, holding, and out for four.
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
