Mateo
Glancing up at his father's wonderings, Mateo knows the Lullaby well enough in adulthood to know, at least, when not to bother prying, and he's already kicking off his shoes and tucking his feet beneath him on the other side of the couch, reaching across to snag his mug of tea. Inhaling the fragrant steam, his eyebrows raise at Remi's suggestion, and the lopsided smile that curls across his lips is all Ronin, for once.
"Do you mean it?" he asks, trying not to sound too enthusiastic, because when it comes to his family, things are rarely that straightforward. They could make all of the plans in the world, and out of nowhere it's guaranteed that a war or a plague or a curse will come and interrupt it. "I would really enjoy all of that. I have missed you both."
"Do you mean it?" he asks, trying not to sound too enthusiastic, because when it comes to his family, things are rarely that straightforward. They could make all of the plans in the world, and out of nowhere it's guaranteed that a war or a plague or a curse will come and interrupt it. "I would really enjoy all of that. I have missed you both."
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
