"Because no one has ever recorded that before! I bet if you went to the infirmary, no one would be there because of allergies to people," Mateo insists. And he feels like he should be the authority on this sort of subject, given the number of experiments he does. And the amount of allergies he definitely doesn't have to Everest. "I... oh... thanks. I like your shirt too," he mumbles, not expecting the compliment and blushing further. But anyway.
"I said it wasn't you," he insists, his voice raising, which of course only makes him more embarrassed even though there really is only the two of them out here. "What did I say wasn't good enough? Ever, you aren't making sense."
Ahem, dad fight though. "Yeah, but he lives in the same house as you, doesn't he? And he helps you with homework, and plays guitar with you, and is there. Besides, I don't have a mom, so how's my dad supposed to marry her?"
"I said it wasn't you," he insists, his voice raising, which of course only makes him more embarrassed even though there really is only the two of them out here. "What did I say wasn't good enough? Ever, you aren't making sense."
Ahem, dad fight though. "Yeah, but he lives in the same house as you, doesn't he? And he helps you with homework, and plays guitar with you, and is there. Besides, I don't have a mom, so how's my dad supposed to marry her?"
