"Yes he does. But he also doesn't really know how to speak to people. And he doesn't like making decisions," Mateo counters as he tucks the little dream cactus in its new pot into his bag, happily on his feet (if not sweating profusely and a bit woozy by now). Still, he can't help but pout as Remi replies about the Huntsman, stepping forward suddenly to wrap his arms around his father's middle. "I hope they don't ask him. Or that he says no," he admits.
Remembering belatedly that yes, people do die even when they are young, Mateo huffs out a breath and steps back. "It is much better," he agrees, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Mi sento troppo caldo. Possiamo andare a casa?"
Remembering belatedly that yes, people do die even when they are young, Mateo huffs out a breath and steps back. "It is much better," he agrees, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Mi sento troppo caldo. Possiamo andare a casa?"
