Mateo
There's no joke and no forehead kisses, but Mateo does let an arm stretch around his sister's shoulders, enveloping her for a moment in the scent of smoke and vanilla and bergamot before releasing her again. "It is still hard, that's why," he mumbles. And as for Remi? "Your twin was killed. My brother was killed. His son was killed," he reminds her, for what doesn't feel like the first time.
Following her gaze out towards the sea, Mateo's brow furrows and he sighs. "There would be room for you, if you moved to Stormbreak," he tells her, again, probably not for the first time. Somewhere that Enzo had never been, never could be. But he gets the feeling that she'd be adverse to not seeing him everywhere as well.
Following her gaze out towards the sea, Mateo's brow furrows and he sighs. "There would be room for you, if you moved to Stormbreak," he tells her, again, probably not for the first time. Somewhere that Enzo had never been, never could be. But he gets the feeling that she'd be adverse to not seeing him everywhere as well.
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
