Everest
It is the thought that counts, and Ever is smiling more genuinely than he has all evening. "Did who mind?" He wonders, and whether this is an attempt at humour or if he's already put the girls out of his mind, is anyone's guess.
Snug in the cab with Mateo pointing at each and every car and wondering if it's carrying their food (and telling their driver to mush, mush!), but the time they're in front of their apartment, Ever feels relaxed and content. They've beaten their food home, which isn't much of a win because that means they have to wait for it still, but it does give Ever time to strip himself of his sticky clothes. Dressed in sweats and an old hoodie from college, he pokes his head out of the bathroom. "Am I allowed to take my makeup off?" He wonders, and though he badly wants to scrub his face, he'll leave it on if it'll soothe his roommate.
Snug in the cab with Mateo pointing at each and every car and wondering if it's carrying their food (and telling their driver to mush, mush!), but the time they're in front of their apartment, Ever feels relaxed and content. They've beaten their food home, which isn't much of a win because that means they have to wait for it still, but it does give Ever time to strip himself of his sticky clothes. Dressed in sweats and an old hoodie from college, he pokes his head out of the bathroom. "Am I allowed to take my makeup off?" He wonders, and though he badly wants to scrub his face, he'll leave it on if it'll soothe his roommate.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
