Isla
Now Isla seems torn between horrified and impressed; that Mateo treads the line between quirky botanist, man-whore extraordinaire and actual mad scientist is something to be proud of anyway, she thinks. "I see," is all she can really say about it, though giving the pillows a suspicious sort of look before shaking her head and deciding that it still beats sleeping on the ground. Only Remi hasn't actually settled down to join her yet, the Remedy gazing up at him curiously.
And gods but she gets it, even though it's been years since they spent any extended time together, and longer still since he'd been involved with her in that way. "I don't mind sleeping downstairs, if it's weird. Or you can," she offers. "Just remember it's actually less awkward now, because I actually sleep."
And gods but she gets it, even though it's been years since they spent any extended time together, and longer still since he'd been involved with her in that way. "I don't mind sleeping downstairs, if it's weird. Or you can," she offers. "Just remember it's actually less awkward now, because I actually sleep."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
