Bluest Blue

In the middle of the night
Did you think I'd be alone

Color rushes to his cheeks before the other can even finish his sentence, reddening cheeks already flushed with alcohol. Of course the bouncer was here. He wasn't a regular by any means, nor had he ever truly laid with another despite the payment exchanged, but surely they talked there. Surely, he knew the only shame he felt was based on the company he sought.

But this bouncer didn't seem interested in discussing work just then, and Matéo can't fault the man for it. He knew the private comings and goings of everyone on Torchline and he spared him for the time being. Relief dulls the fire in his face as the other man brushes over the subject entirely and sparing him from trying to explain his presence at the Halenani for anything other than what it seemed.

"Fishing. I start before you wake, sell fish to those that my wife knew better than I, and come here at the end of the day." His 'normal' day was easy to explain away in a simple sentence. There were no fairy tales for him to tell the younger man, nothing noteworthy that involved adventures or loves that take one's breath away.

Wake up, fish, drink, sleep, repeat.

"And yourself? The girls at the Halenani don't treat you right after work, eh?" Matéo may later deny it, but there's no doubting the appraising look he gives over the rim of his glass. One too many, he would perhaps say later. For now, he turns his body to face the man speaking to him. Perhaps even, to better appreciate the man speaking to him. If he already knew, perhaps there would be no harm done.

Waiting patiently for you
to come home