Now it's time for Mateo to be tongue tied, and he shudders out a sigh and nods his acceptance to his father. "I understand," he says - and he does. "You have important things to do. And there is going to be a war." His mind so frequently tries to wrap around the massive concept of war and what it means and if people he knows will die, but it's just too huge, and he ends up purposely distracted.
Burying his head into the crook of Remi's neck, Mateo nods again. "Yes, please. I don't want him to be scared of you," he admits, his voice muffled, his wet cheeks undoubtedly leaving damp splotches on Remi's shirt. "There are more wine bottles than gin bottles in Ever's kitchen. I think we should bring wine." Sniffing, he straightens up. "I will water the tree. To say sorry."
Burying his head into the crook of Remi's neck, Mateo nods again. "Yes, please. I don't want him to be scared of you," he admits, his voice muffled, his wet cheeks undoubtedly leaving damp splotches on Remi's shirt. "There are more wine bottles than gin bottles in Ever's kitchen. I think we should bring wine." Sniffing, he straightens up. "I will water the tree. To say sorry."
