the baffled king composing hallelujah
"The brutal truth is that sometimes you might not be," Ronin says with a sympathetic smile. "You think Remi and I don't have our own hangups and traumas that we bring to the table? The difference is, if it happens, you'll catch yourself in ways that your father never did. If you snap, you'll apologise. If you're too harsh, you'll make up for it. And your kid, if you ever have one, will grow up learning that instead. And it'll make them a much better person." He winks, before glancing down to Mateo with a sudden and knowing look in his eye.
"Don't panic, but he's about to scream - he's just hungry," he warns him - the infant is more fidgety now, the cooing replaced by small noises of frustration. "I can either take him and you can learn how to warm up milk, or you can sit with him and I'll do it. Either way there's going to be-- yep." And then the kid starts crying.
"Don't panic, but he's about to scream - he's just hungry," he warns him - the infant is more fidgety now, the cooing replaced by small noises of frustration. "I can either take him and you can learn how to warm up milk, or you can sit with him and I'll do it. Either way there's going to be-- yep." And then the kid starts crying.
