Bluest Blue

In the middle of the night
Did you think I'd be alone

"Uh, boat." Matéo was surprised the other was even remotely interested. There certainly wasn't a shortage of fishermen, being that they lived on the coast. He didn't think of his profession as anything worthy of interest. He certainly wasn't interested in it like his own father had been but it was still the hand he was dealt. He'd never thought of it as particularly exciting but the enthusiasm was at least encouraging as he sipped at his drink. "Lived here my whole life doing it, just like my father before me and so on."

He shrugged while watching the young man's face flush in return. It was more satisfying than he expected, mild amusement raising his brow. He hadn't meant to make the other trip over his words but he wasn't displeased with it. Matéo clears his throat and nods towards the wine he held. "Careful there."

A thoughtful hum passes from his lips as the man pauses. He was so open about his sexuality, not even a pause as he admitted his preference. It was refreshing, if unexpected. Another sip of his drink as he listens quietly. He's more than content to let the other do the talking, taking his time with the drink as compared to the previous ones. Perhaps the company wouldn't be so bad tonight.

"What's the punchline to the end of that joke then? The Hanged Man isn't the most alluring spot, Mr. Romantic."

Waiting patiently for you
to come home