My spores been growing by the day; my days been shining bright
Cold Ever might seem, but at the same time, it's almost exactly what Mateo needs to hear. He feels helpless, but knowing that he'd feel that way inside or outside the safe haven is... well. He doesn't know what it is, but it helps. A bit. The pat on the arm helps a lot more, and if he wasn't already aware of his friend's proclivities (and not yet old enough to casually disregard them), he'd have thrown his arms around him.
"I hope so too," he mumbles, rubbing at his eyes with the arm not cradling the jar with the Devil's Klaw inside. "I... well, I'll go and put this in my lab," he says, gesturing to the specimen. "And we can shower, and I'll meet you at the Archive in about an hour?"
"I hope so too," he mumbles, rubbing at his eyes with the arm not cradling the jar with the Devil's Klaw inside. "I... well, I'll go and put this in my lab," he says, gesturing to the specimen. "And we can shower, and I'll meet you at the Archive in about an hour?"
mateo!
