It's so late that it's morning, and 'Teo has just gotten home from work. As usual, nothing happened, but all the same he can barely keep his eyes open. When he steps in the apartment, he shrugs off his coat and can think of nothing but going to bed for a little nap.
...Okay, maybe he'll have a bedtime snack, first.
He slouches into the kitchen and begins trying to remember how to get the top off the peanut butter jar (yes, he's that sleepy). He used to know how this thing worked, he's sure of it...

Jonas strolls into the kitchen.

Humming.

He is not brooding. He is not sulking. He is humming.

"Oh, hey, you're home."

He'll just open that jar for you.

Dum de dum de dum.

Matteo blinks slowly. There's a pause of, oh, ten seconds or so before he actually begins to regster what's going on.

Jonas? Humming?
He must be hallucinating from lack of sleep or something,

"Okayyyy..." he says drowsily, peering at Jonas from half-lidded eyes. "...What's got you so happy?"

Grin.

"Got laid."

This is all kinds of lovely. It makes him far less frustrated.

Just assume that there are long pauses before 'Teo says anything. It's just that kind of morning.

"You..."
Blink.
"...That's... Good for you."
One the one hand, he's very glad his dad is happy.
On the other, ...he really doesn't want to think about his father having sex.

"Wait..." His forehead creases in a frown. "Aren't you, like... not supposed to go out with anyone...'n stuff?"

Jonas looks a bit sheepish.
"... apparently I get time off for good behavior."

Or in this case, he gets sex for being so very good.

Yay!

"Oh."

The frown deepens.

"...You sure that's okay? I mean, she's not going to... do bad stuff?"
Bad stuff. Yes. Because that is the limit of his vocabulary this morning.

"Dunno."

At the time, he would have accepted sex from Death himself. (He's a bit of a nymphomaniac. Literally.)

Shrug.

"Too late now."

"Yeah. I guess."

He rummages around for a spoon and, upon finding one, uses it to dig a spoonful of peanut butter out of the jar.
Not even peant butter can stop him feeling anxious, though.

"How can you be sure?" he asks thickly. "What if she's just-"
Don't say 'screwing with you'.
"-messing with you?" he finishes.

"She probably is." Shrug. "'s not like I put anybody in danger, though."

He slept with Fortuna herself.

He's being very good!

"Are you sure?"
He's worried becaue, well... gods, you know. They're scary, scary beings.

"Nobody but me, 'Teo."

He ruffles his son's hair.

"Don't worry, champ. Everything's gonna be fine."

"...If you say so..."

He' still worried. He's glad Jonas is happy, but... he's still worried.

"I say so."

He leans back against the counter, grinning.

"Oh, hey, just remembered. You've got a sister running around."

He blinks (yet again).

"A what?!"
A spoonful of peanut butter stops halfway to his mouth.
"Since when?"
He assumes it must be recent. He'd have heard before now if not...right?

"A while ago."

Aw, now he's suddenly broody.

"Your mother married a human after she left me, I guess. So you have a sister. Violet something, she didn't tell me her last name."

'Teo quickly stuffs the glob of peanut butter in his mouth and frowns at the floor, not quite sure how to feel about this.

He resents his mother for going off and abandoning him, even though he barely remembers her.
And now he resents her even more for going off and having a family after him.

"And did mom run off on her, too?" he asks bitterly, when he's worked his way through the latest mouthful of peanut butter.

'Teo gets a hug.

"No, 'fraid not. It wasn't you, champ, it was me."

Somehow.

"Anyway, she seems pretty nice. Said she met you a while back, in company with Dave...?"

He doesn't snuggle in or hug back - his whole body's tensed.
Mutter, mutter... (something impolite about Patrizia, no doubt).

"Dave...?"
Pause.
"Oh, wait. That Violet?" Matteo's frown eases up somewhat. "She...yeah, she seemed okay. But she's my sister...?"
He can't quite picture it. Gasp, a human sibling.

"Apparently. Unless there's another Patrizia running around."

Sigh.

"She seemed rather pleased to have a brother."

"Oh."

Again, he's not sure how to feel about this. He doesn't really know her, after all. What if she's just like her mother?
...Okay, maybe that's a little unfair. But still.

"That's...good, I guess. Is she,...d'you think she might have been pretending?" he asks meekly.

"To be glad? Nah."

He ruffles 'Teo's hair.

"Get some sleep. We'll track her down later and have a talk. Maybe go out to dinner, if she wants to."

"Heh."

He smirks a little, and forces himself not to hope for the best, because if this doesn't turn out well, he'll be terribly disappointed.

"I,...okay. Maybe that'd be a good idea."
Maybe she'll even like him. That would be nice.

"It'll be fine, champ. Go to bed, you look dead on your feet."

He hugs 'Teo tightly, then releases him.

"Good night."

"G'night." He smiles drowsily.

He takes a few steps away, pauses, and says, "...Don't forget to be careful, okay? ...I don't trust that,...that goddess...thingy."
'Goddess thingy'? Yeah, he definitely needs sleep.

"I won't, 'Teo. I'll be careful."

Goddess thingy.

Funny.