don't threaten me with a good time

Everest

"Probably...a 7. An 11 the farther away you go from your hips." Which was Ever's delicate way of saying the closer to your asshole without actually saying it. "Maybe if we stick with it we could get one of those peloton bikes everyone is talking about. It sounds a bit like a cult, but..." He shrugs his shoulders. If it got them exercising more, could it really be so bad? "I'm sorry if this ruins things for you, but I have seen your...canvas, many times already." There were days that Ever couldn't decide if Mateo was just lazy and thus not dressed, or if there was some nude exhibition the florist was throwing and hadn't mentioned it.

"Well, you also like those little pastries from the Italian bakery down the road, but you wouldn't get one of those now would you." Will Mateo get one of those now just to spite Ever? Possibly. "I did not know that. But now I do. Does that mean you're going to start eating more salads if they're made out of lotuses. Loti?"

Turning town the stage, and adjusting his chair as well if only so that his knee wouldn't constantly be pressed against Mateo's, the paramedic frowns into the darkness wondering if any of this had passed a health and safety assessment. "They really should be wearing kneepads. And gloves." He murmurs.

even if i had to lose you to know you,
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through