Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
He'd suspected a case of mistaken identity, honestly, or Soh getting caught up in a fight that had already been developing. But as she begins to speak Mateo's steps slow, the botanist glancing across at her for a moment or so before his arms open suddenly to draw her in against his chest. "It was not your fault," he murmurs softly into her fair hair. "It was never your fault."
Now, as a man with parents being who they were, one might think Mateo Taliesin of all people would have zero idea how to empathise with Soh when it came to something like this. But he's also wiry and delicate and flamboyant in a way that doesn't always draw the good kind of attention, not to mention his frequenting the seedier sides of town. In short, without saying as much, he's intimately familiar with this very sort of fear.
"I should have let him die," he mutters after a moment or two, drawing back to look down at her again. "It is not much farther. Will you be alright to get there?"
Now, as a man with parents being who they were, one might think Mateo Taliesin of all people would have zero idea how to empathise with Soh when it came to something like this. But he's also wiry and delicate and flamboyant in a way that doesn't always draw the good kind of attention, not to mention his frequenting the seedier sides of town. In short, without saying as much, he's intimately familiar with this very sort of fear.
"I should have let him die," he mutters after a moment or two, drawing back to look down at her again. "It is not much farther. Will you be alright to get there?"
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
