I took my time, I hurried up

Mateo

"There is a lighthouse up there?" Mateo raises his eyebrows and shuffles a little to the left until he feels that the sun is in a position that will allow for good lighting without blinding them. As Remi begins to remove everything from his bag, the botanist helps to arrange it on the wall so they each have access to the paints and the brushes. As he receives the block of paper, however, he falters for a second to examine it.

And although it's probably weird to anyone who isn't part of their kooky family, Mateo takes his time in running his fingers across the edges, feeling the texture of the paper, the cool warmth of the wax, wondering if the blue will leave a stain on his fingers despite its subtlety. Lifting the canvas to his face, he inhales slowly and fails to stop a smile creeping across his face. "It smells like home," he confesses.

Gently setting down the paper once more, it takes a moment for him to properly plug in his mind towards other subjects, but when he does, it's with a crooked grin to match his father's. "No, Ever is slightly bigger as a cat," he remarks. "He is good, though. He is still training to pilot skyships, he's away at the moment on a delivery job."

i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am