Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Now it's Mateo's turn to awwww, his cheeks dimpling as he smiles down at his very quirky and incredibly soft hearted friend. He'll delete the app from his phone later, he decides, but in all likelihood he'll forget to tell Ever about it, and so the paramedic will live in abject fear of a sudden impending date until Mateo remembers to mention it again. He also relaxes into the mat - from his cross-legged position, anyway - which means he gets a front row seat to the panic attack that grabs hold of Ever and shakes him.
"What? No, that trip is for the two of us. Un'avventura italiana," he reminds the other man, shifting to lean over him as if he might suddenly pass out and require movement into the recovery position. (And Mateo only knows how to do that from the paramedic). "Ever, I am not dating anybody and I don't plan to. I was just joking," he says.
"What? No, that trip is for the two of us. Un'avventura italiana," he reminds the other man, shifting to lean over him as if he might suddenly pass out and require movement into the recovery position. (And Mateo only knows how to do that from the paramedic). "Ever, I am not dating anybody and I don't plan to. I was just joking," he says.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
