Mateo
"Oh, I am terribly sorry, is the news that you are not the only one feeling bad about everything interrupting your vibe?" Mateo fights the urge to roll his eyes, letting Flora extract herself and casting blue eyes back out to sea. "Stormbreak is beautiful. You are gross." Because two can play at the low blow game. (And maybe he is still feeling sore about her remarks about his flowers).
"No one is debating whether or not you are allowed to be sad," Mateo says. "But you can be sad without completely neglecting yourself and making the people who love you worry. Fuck me though, I guess." Shaking his head, Mateo gathers up his sunflowers and rises to his feet. "I am going to the Hanged Man. You should come."
"No one is debating whether or not you are allowed to be sad," Mateo says. "But you can be sad without completely neglecting yourself and making the people who love you worry. Fuck me though, I guess." Shaking his head, Mateo gathers up his sunflowers and rises to his feet. "I am going to the Hanged Man. You should come."
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
