the earth has music for those who listen
Luckily, Mateo is none the wiser to his friend's sudden green eyed monster, and he's examining his own eyes ringed in mascara and eyeliner and other makeup in the reflection of his water glass. "Mm...? Oh, prego," he says sunnily, shifting to look back at Ever properly now. "Keep them as long as you like, if you want to make your own copy or notes." As is the way it usually works between them.
"I think they do," he says slowly. "One of them asked if that's what I was there for when I first started snooping visiting. But couldn't you ask your dad about it? I was talking about you and how you'd moved to Halo, and they said your dad used to work there. He would know a lot more, right?" Actually, surely he should know everything, so Everest should as well.
"I think they do," he says slowly. "One of them asked if that's what I was there for when I first started snooping visiting. But couldn't you ask your dad about it? I was talking about you and how you'd moved to Halo, and they said your dad used to work there. He would know a lot more, right?" Actually, surely he should know everything, so Everest should as well.
