Everest
Mary inhales with awe as Mateo rants in Italian while Frida looks smugly victorious. "I...am glad to hear it." Ever mumbles, sounding confused and a bit relieved, feeling as though he'd narrowly avoided some strange altercation. Softening considerably (which for Ever meant the tension melted from his usually-creased forehead and his eyebrows settled somewhat), he nods. "I did too." He agrees warmly, before kneeling onto the mat.
'Oh, that's quite good.' Ever says of Mateo's child's pose. The paramedic quite likes yoga, if only because the positions are the same order every time such that he always knows what to expect. Patting Mateo on the lower back (as both encouragement to keep going and also a reminder that he should be trying to stretch out his back a little more if he could), Ever places his feet together and lets his knees slowly descend towards the mat. It's quite the display of flexibility, and by the time he's done his knees are nearly entirely on the ground and his chest is pressed against his feet.
'Oh, that's quite good.' Ever says of Mateo's child's pose. The paramedic quite likes yoga, if only because the positions are the same order every time such that he always knows what to expect. Patting Mateo on the lower back (as both encouragement to keep going and also a reminder that he should be trying to stretch out his back a little more if he could), Ever places his feet together and lets his knees slowly descend towards the mat. It's quite the display of flexibility, and by the time he's done his knees are nearly entirely on the ground and his chest is pressed against his feet.
even if i had to lose you to know you,
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through
