Mateo
"You seem more upset than usual over what happened," Mateo says gently, leaving his arm threaded through Ever's and keeping his eyes on the sparkling array of lights that line the streets. "I just wanted you to know we could talk about it, if you thought it would help. Otherwise we can make cocktails at home." Because his mind has jumped from getting their decorations from the loft to this, naturally.
"It isn't?" Mateo shivers pointedly at his friend and tips his head back to look up at the sky this time, pregnant with clouds and obscuring the stars. "Looks like snow," he says, and though the prospect delights him, he also hates it for the perils it brings his friend's job. Mateo has a habit of leaving Ever panicky voicemails when it's snowing.
"It isn't?" Mateo shivers pointedly at his friend and tips his head back to look up at the sky this time, pregnant with clouds and obscuring the stars. "Looks like snow," he says, and though the prospect delights him, he also hates it for the perils it brings his friend's job. Mateo has a habit of leaving Ever panicky voicemails when it's snowing.
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
