Mateo
"Now you are just teasing," Mateo says with a smile slanted over the rim of his wine glass, before he takes a slow sip and sets it down again. More than seasoned in any and all alcohols (and then some), he can appreciate the vintage for what it is, but he's not going to be doing anything silly like trying to pair it with his food. Not that he's even glanced at the menu again yet; as the conversation swings towards the inevitable, he's left watching Soh to make sure she's alright.
Reaching out, if she allows he'll let his hand softly cover her own, as if to ease the trembling of her fingers. "Friends in high places?" he tries with a weak smile, before knowing he needs to clarify. "My fathers are demigods. One of Ludo, the other of Safrin," he says quietly. "I told them what happened, and they took care of it. I wasn't told how, but I was told that... well, that you were not the first person this happened to. And you were never going to be the last."
And if Soh has any guilt about it, Mateo will happily take it onto his shoulders instead. He doesn't regret anything Remi had taken it upon himself to do.
Reaching out, if she allows he'll let his hand softly cover her own, as if to ease the trembling of her fingers. "Friends in high places?" he tries with a weak smile, before knowing he needs to clarify. "My fathers are demigods. One of Ludo, the other of Safrin," he says quietly. "I told them what happened, and they took care of it. I wasn't told how, but I was told that... well, that you were not the first person this happened to. And you were never going to be the last."
And if Soh has any guilt about it, Mateo will happily take it onto his shoulders instead. He doesn't regret anything Remi had taken it upon himself to do.
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
