Broken Boulder thursday, i don't care 'bout you

he has the distinct feeling that zamael is making fun of him, and a pout forms his expression before he can help himself, a little bit put out. is it so unreasonable to think he was doing an okay job hi-- oh who is he kidding everyone in tindómë had known he was in love with mato, too. it's just the objects of his affections that remain oblivous, it seems. 

delight opens his mouth to half-heartedly protest when zamael speaks again, dropping a hell of a bomb. likes him too? in what universe? and oh god now zamael is going to kill him. okay. okay. "how do you know?" the androgyne asks, his voice coming out a little breathless, winded by the revelation. "he's got -- other men, i mean, he seems to have, um, a pretty full plate? not that -- there's anything wrong with that, i mean..." oh god oh god. he bites his tongue, looking away and adding, "if he did, though, i'd never... i wouldn't do anything to hurt him, zam."