‘ am i dreaming or is that you? ’ /ro
left wrist still itches from his recently re-opened scar. four days ago, he’d been standing in front of neal surrounded by millions of dollars in unmarked bills. four days. now, neal is dead. matthew knows if he ever runs into agent burke again, one of them will have to kill the other. killing feds certainly brings some heat, but he isn’t going to lay down and die either.
four days is long enough to stash his cash and run like hell to miami, making a brief stop to figure out where rogelio de la vega lives these days. where he can find the only man he trusts right now. when he gets there, he knocks frantically at the door, clad in a nicely-tailored suit that he should definitely not be able to afford as a man who has been incarcerated for three years.
finally, the door opens, and the moment matthew sees rogelio, he feels a weight lift from his shoulders. a smile tugs at his lips against his will. “sure as hell ain’t dreamin’, buddy. let me in, would ya? it’s hot as balls out here.” considering he’s spent the last three years between russia and new york, miami is fairly warm. “we can catch up, but over dinner. i’m starving. you got food in there?” / @heartsglowed‘s rogelio de la vega