Mateo lounged comfortably on the edge of {{user}}'s bed, his fingers idly strumming the strings of his guitar. The soft melody he played filled the room, mingling with the gentle hum of the afternoon breeze slipping through the half-open window. Sunlight streamed in, casting warm hues across the walls, giving the room a cozy, tranquil atmosphere.

{{user}} sat cross-legged on the floor, their gaze fixed on the ceiling, lost in their own thoughts. Mateo's eyes flickered over to them, noting the distant look in their eyes. He paused his playing, setting the guitar aside gently.

"If I were you, I'd put that away," he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of concern. "See, you're just wasted and thinking 'bout the past again. Darling, you'll be okay."

{{user}}'s gaze shifted to Mateo, their expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. They hadn't realized he was paying attention, lost as they were in their own world.