I took my time, I hurried up

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

"WH-" Remi huffs instantly as artistic panic flares brightly in his chest. It's normally only Ronin who he has to endure such shenanigans, and it takes Remi a moment to remember that he's here to spend time with his son and not try and create a masterpiece. Still, he shoots a frown in Mateo's direction, clucking under his tongue. "You have done it upside down." He complains with a grin as he turns the pad over as if righting it.

The fingers on Remi's right-hand pinch at the side of his leg in response to the defensiveness prickles rising up the back of his neck. 'Well...she can blame me if it makes her feel better. Sometimes it is easier to work through things if you can shove your anger onto something or someone else. Gods know I have done it enough." He'd hated Loren, Ronin for a time, Sunjata and Nate, the gods..

Sighing, Remi turns to Mateo, stretching an arm around his son's shoulders. "You do not need to defend me to her." He says softly as his fingers conform to the shape of Mateo's shoulder. "Some of what she says is likely true, and the rest...well, I doubt you will change her mind anytime soon if she is upset as you say."