Mateo
Regarding his father with his lips slightly parted, as if wondering what point Remi is trying to make and which one is being terrible at understanding, Mateo eventually resorts to another hug, as if that might tell the Lullaby that he gets it - which he does. He thinks. Mostly, anyway. "I would have done it for any friend," he adds, though, in case the conversation tries to steer towards friends who are girls or any of that stuff.
Straightening up and ruffling a hand back through his curls, he lets out a long sigh that puffs out his cheeks and shrugs. "I ran into him on the outskirts of the Greatwood," he says. "He just mentioned wanting to meet up with you, I think? Not in so many words, but that is the gist of it. He could not fly to the Cordillera." Because of the dragons, but that was in the letter.
Straightening up and ruffling a hand back through his curls, he lets out a long sigh that puffs out his cheeks and shrugs. "I ran into him on the outskirts of the Greatwood," he says. "He just mentioned wanting to meet up with you, I think? Not in so many words, but that is the gist of it. He could not fly to the Cordillera." Because of the dragons, but that was in the letter.
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
