Mateo
Unable not to look mildly victorious at having guessed the he of it all, Mateo at least contains himself enough to be able to listen to what Soh has to say next. He gasps and swoons and congratulates in all the right places, because even if the botanist doesn't believe in dating (or rather, on going on more than two dates with a single person), he can absolutely appreciate it for other people. "You have nothing to apologise about," he informs her, lifting his wine glass to offer it out in a toast. "Here is to your budding new romance, and your not-just-a-friend-Jude."
Sitting back, he racks his memory for the day in Halo with the white dragon; he had found it mildly terrifying, in truth, but he supposes it translates to excitement with time. "Ah, yes, but this is the other one," he clarifies, of the murder!father and the dragon!dad. "And you do not owe either of them anything, do not be silly. They were happy to help."
Sitting back, he racks his memory for the day in Halo with the white dragon; he had found it mildly terrifying, in truth, but he supposes it translates to excitement with time. "Ah, yes, but this is the other one," he clarifies, of the murder!father and the dragon!dad. "And you do not owe either of them anything, do not be silly. They were happy to help."
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
