Ah but how well he knew those very things Andras so spoke off! If only because he had surely felt them before. When one found that very being, that one whom was different to all the others, that one whom meant more, how very different things became. That desire to simply be near them was near potent. That want to touch, to talk, to simply exist in any place they might be equally as alluring. How well he knew. Yet too- he was so hardly foreign to those very things that by nature of circumstance or fate so often prevented them from being with those they loved. After all, was it not love Andras so felt right now for the woman he spoke off? Love surely driving that guilt within him to be felt all the more sharply in turn. Love perhaps the most lethal of double-edged swords that drove emotions that once seemed near paltry to appear only more and more significant. How he did not envy Andras in this and yet too- how very much he hoped the man's tale would end far more pleasantly then his own. That future, in the least, if it remained upon that path he saw mst clearly- was promising. Lani would not resent him forever and though adjustment to her new life was surely needed it would come in time. The life of a Fae, after all, was not like that of a Vampire so bound by the sun and cursed to crave for all eternity. Nor were they bound to the phases of the moon like a Were creature so destined to life a half life as neither fully animal nor man. Fae held the perk of immortality without the the constant need to pay as so many other species did. Matteo long since having questioned that very notion. The Frenchman simply having come to decide it may well be because Fae lingered neither fully in life nor fully in death. Ah, but how he did not care to allow such idle thoughts to afflict him now.

"I understand, Mon Amie. Better than you know."

He offered those words simply all the same. That warm simper hardly faltering upon his lips. Andras, in this moment, so hardly requiring someone to yell at so much as he required someone to simply....listen. Matteo content to shift into that very role now in turn and yet- the matter of that fountaining water was perhaps one best attended to first least they found themselves veritably swimming within the next hour. That very home had been all but aesthetically destroyed in the wake of Andras' tantrum. There was little need to destroy its structural integrity with water in turn. Andras was quick to rise then. That new task of salvaging his home so prompting within the man a renewed purpose of sorts as he eyed his sodden shoes before moving to head toward a closet. The equally aged Fae insisting the house was, for the most part, a veritable front rather than a true home. A place to stay when he was not within Sommia. That place Dorian had, rather obtusely, attempted to describe to him on several occasions. His elder sons ability to perceive portals a distinctly poor one. Matteo quote assured he might like to see this Sommia for himself, one day. His attention in that moment focused upon that bucket and mop and brush Andras had returned with to lean agianst the wall with that insistence he hardly remembered the last time he had thrown such a tantrum. That ready chuckle rising to the Frenchman's lips then as he met Andras' gaze once more.

"Ah, then you have done better than me. Mine was only fifteen or so years ago. A friend of mine was so required to stop me as well. Though I managed to contain most of my damage to only one room. You were very.....thorough. As for my not being wrong as to what you needed- I am really wrong."

How readily that tease so lingered within those words. That impish grin once more offered toward Andras and yet that distinctly good nature so permeated that impishness all the same. Matteo so extended his hand for that mop then with at least some intention of assisting in repairing that very room that he had surely had a hand in destroying. How very long it had been since he had mopped! How very.....common he felt. That apology for his own words so found his lips all the same in the moments that followed. He had, after all, been decidedly...blunt in his admissions, even if he had done as such on purpose. Andras, in the least, seemed to have near anticipated that truth of himself and his Mother well before his own admittance- even if not quote to the extent Matteo had revelled. That very face the younger man made at the thought of what he had done with his Mother prompting another soft chuckle from within him. Ah, how amused Amity would have been to see that look. That very mention of Andras' own Father however saw a frown return ever so slightly to the Frenchmans features once more. How very....poorly he and that man had gotten on. Though both of them had surely had a hand in that. Matteo inclined to offer that soft shake off his head.

"You are not the only one, Mon Amie, who did not understand your Father and his version of love."

He so hardly anticipated that soft sigh from the other Fae then, let alone that admittance that he was glad Matteo had been there, once, for his Mother. That very surprise lingering within the depths off that near ancient silver gaze then. A soft simper tugging at his lips. How very much, in that singular moment, Andras so reminded him of Amity. How very proud she would have been off her son. The Frenchman offering that simple nod by way of response before Andras moved to take care of that water.

"I shall continue to mop then. I feel my technique for such tasks has lessened over the years."

Did one mop in a circular fashion or a more sweeping fashion? How curious. Matteo momentarily given to consider how startling it was just how much water had managed to make its way across that kitchen floor in a relatively short space of time before that sound off his own name drew his attention upward. The Frenchman glancing down that hall after Andras then.

"Oui?" (Yes?)

A portal? His own features frowned once. Matteo leaning that mop agianst the wall before strolling down that hall to join the other man in front of that garage door. His own silver eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of that very portal.

"I regret to inform you, Mon Amie, that I do not travel by portal and I did not come through this one. This is the first time I have seen it. Do you often keep portals in your garage? How curious."


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