I took my time, I hurried up

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

"Oh, I see." Remi drawls, turning the painting again and smothering a bit of the sky with his brush to leave an impression meant to match the one Mateo had made below.

Not wanting to diminish his daughter's ire, whether righteous or not, Remi swallows back some of his laughter such that what presses between his lips is no more than a scoff. "I have faced down far worse than your sister's anger." His son's regret though? That was a harder pill to swallow.

"I know. I think about that often as well." The Lullaby admits. "The line between letting your children do as they please and wanting to shelter them.." Whatever the remainder of that sentiment was meant to be, Remi opts to swallow it away with a shake of his head. Tugging Mateo closer, he leans over to press a kiss against his forehead (while avoiding the blue smear there).

"It is easier to regret than it is to move on." Remi says softly, closing his eyes. "I think we could all use a bit more strength these days, because blame has gotten us nowhere." Nowhere but the side of a mountain, in Remi's case, anyway.