the last blues we're ever gonna have

This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts

Immediately wrapping his arms around Mateo, Remi tugs him close and sighs warmly against him. He can feel his son's indecision and moral uncertainty about what had transpired, but his relief as well. And was there something else, fluttering amidst all that stormy blue and dark purple? A flicker of something golden perhaps?

"I think you like her." The Lullaby counters a touch roguishly, raising an eyebrow before leaning back in order for Mateo to see the amused shape of his lips. "You know, they used to say that when you saved someone's life you became responsible for them. Just as the bad sticks with a person, the good does too, especially in situations like this." And, if only because he knew the sort of whims that tugged at Mateo's heart and mind which made him liable to float away on any old breeze that caught his attention, the Lullaby gave his son's shoulders a soft squeeze. "Remember that. Young hearts always remember."

REMI