give me something to sing about

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

'Mmmmmmmmm.' Remi rumbles in agreement; despite Mort's influences there is just a whisper of tension in his jaw. Quickly Ronin's finger is able to tease it away, though. 'Maybe..I admit that..as an adult I knew precious little about Enzo. Whatever he might have thought..." Opening his mouth, Remi is able only to sigh out the shape of something before he shakes his head. "I never thought this is the sort of parent I would be, and yet..." Well, the proof was in the pudding as they said; a better saying might be that the proof was in the funerals.

'And yet..!' The Lullaby grins crookedly. 'I think that might be the problem though. They are too similar. Flora even showed up in a floral dress, which, instead of loving it as I thought Mateo would, he hated it." Breathing deeply and resuming his fingers wandering through Ronin's hair, Remi focuses on the blue of his husband's gaze. "I..cannot tell if I should get involved, or just..let them work it out, or...?" This was Ronin's area of expertise after all, and so it was with a rather squeamish smile that the Lullaby waited for the Huntsman to simply come up with the answer.