I took my time, I hurried up

i'm not the man they think i am at home

"Oh, si.." Remi's right arm stretches forward self importantly even though the Lullaby hadn't told it to. His fingers waggle for Mateo's approval as if dancing some invisible coin back and forth over his knuckles. "Ludo...it..." Wondering how best to articulate that the herald had imbued his arm with the soul of something in order to make it work again, the Lullaby is let off the hook by his son's sudden embrace.

Quite how it was that everyone else seemed to have a knack for breaking tension was beyond Remi, but gods he was glad for it now. Stretching both arms around his son and tugging him close, the Lullaby presses his cheek against the top of Mateo's head and does his best to still time. This was a moment to be remembered and cherished, and yet Remi finds the seconds slipping through his fingers.

"I have missed you." Remi murmurs into his son's curls, breathing in the perfumed aroma of whatever Mateo has washed his hair with. 'Mi dispiace che sia passato così tanto tempo...' Pulling back so that he might study his son's face, the Lullaby's expression slowly blooms into one of fatherly pride, which is rather ironic given how very little positive influence he's had on his son's life.