the earth has music for those who listen
Luckily for Everest, whatever he doesn't know how to say is already pretty much on the tip of Mateo's tongue, and it's likely something that will prove to be very useful as their friendship matures. "I'm sorry," he blurts. "I don't know why I said the things I did. Or why I felt the way I felt. But you don't embarrass me and you're my best friend and I don't want to fight." His accent and rushed words make it almost impossible to decipher, but he's earnest nonetheless.
"I'm sorry about the bananas," he adds, shifting uncomfortably on the pew. "I came here to see if I could figure out the gods a bit better. In case of channelling..." And it's a stupid idea. He's not embarrassed by it any more, at least, but it's still confusing. And stupid, did he mention that before?
"I'm sorry about the bananas," he adds, shifting uncomfortably on the pew. "I came here to see if I could figure out the gods a bit better. In case of channelling..." And it's a stupid idea. He's not embarrassed by it any more, at least, but it's still confusing. And stupid, did he mention that before?
