"I'm- well I mean I can," he says sheepishly, thinking about it in the dirty way. "Lamb please, nice try at changing conversation topics- also, for God's sake, you can stay with me and my mom. You know she'd take you in. Come on, you don't have to do this to yourself. You'll even get full access to Lola." His words are almost desperate, because even in his awkwardness, he's hurting for his friend. "You can get a new apartment later. Duddeeeee." Mateo's throat is dry, and his hand is tracing his jaw again. Damn, he really wished his beard and mustache would grow quicker. He finds his eyes on Lola, who is looking at him like the innocent she is. It's difficult to look at Lamb like this, let alone as her regular Krystal ish self.