Mateo
"Sudden danger? In the Cordillera? Papà, you cannot be serious," Mateo drawls, though his tone remains good natured and teasing, and his eyes are on his own canvas such that he doesn't notice how Remi's own attitude is cooling off. When Aoife's name leaves his lips, however, the botanist doesn't need to see his father's face to know. "I wonder how different things would be if she were here," he mumbles before he can stop himself, and instantly a flush of embarrassment colours his cheeks. "Mi dispiace."
Wiping at his forehead with the back of his hand and leaving an accidental streak of cobalt in its wake, Mateo glances up at Remi and rolls his shoulders in a shrug. "When I last spoke to her she was not interested in being someone new," he says. "And I was not particularly kind to her myself. I do not even know how to go about repairing that." And given how similar volatile the two of them could be when together, one wrong word from either could spell disaster.
Wiping at his forehead with the back of his hand and leaving an accidental streak of cobalt in its wake, Mateo glances up at Remi and rolls his shoulders in a shrug. "When I last spoke to her she was not interested in being someone new," he says. "And I was not particularly kind to her myself. I do not even know how to go about repairing that." And given how similar volatile the two of them could be when together, one wrong word from either could spell disaster.
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
