Mateo
"I - no, no of course not. I just did not expect you to be on time," Mateo confesses, mainly because he is also never on time, today being the exception because it's Remi. His eyes follow the dance of Remi's fingers up the scruff of his cheek, then to the ragged bag he's brought - and then back to his fingers, where he finds himself subconsciously counting them.
"Your hand--" he says, the words colliding with the Lullaby's suggestion, tangling the threads of conversation until Mateo isn't sure whether to continue to ask his question or to answer Remi's. Eventually, and with a huff of laughter that rushes out of him like a punch to the gut, Mateo steps foward to embrace his father.
"Va bene per me," he mumbles, his voice muffled by faded chambray. "It is good to see you."
"Your hand--" he says, the words colliding with the Lullaby's suggestion, tangling the threads of conversation until Mateo isn't sure whether to continue to ask his question or to answer Remi's. Eventually, and with a huff of laughter that rushes out of him like a punch to the gut, Mateo steps foward to embrace his father.
"Va bene per me," he mumbles, his voice muffled by faded chambray. "It is good to see you."
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
