don't threaten me with a good time

Mateo

Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat

With his phone still limp and trembling in his hand, 91 dialled into it, Mateo's cheeks are wet all over again as he glances back to his friend. "But I..." Unknowingly he's defaulted into Ever-mode, in that the other man in sick, and when people were sick and they couldn't get better by themselves, they went to the hospital. But of course, he's also very selfish in that he wants very much to just go home as well. And so, stuffing his phone back into his pocket, the florist nods a couple of times.

"Yeah, of course we can. We just... I'll need to you walk, okay?" However proficient he might have proven himself to be on the rowing machine, Mateo absolutely does not have the core strength to deadlift Everest Hart (or even just one of Ever's legs, truthfully). So it's with gentle but eager hands that he tries to help the paramedic to get his feet beneath him. Their pants are soaked through from being on the ground, and there will be a lot of crying into pillows tonight, but providing Ever can hold his own weight, it's a very good start.

And Mateo doesn't know when his award-nominated flower shop comes into view, precisely, just that he's overjoyed to see it, already fumbling to get out his set of keys for their apartment. "Come on, nearly there."

I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand