"Why do you always avoid my questions?"
"I'm not, it's just that there's nothing to say. Who would ever want to date someone they can't even talk to? It's not rocket science. My eyes are weird, and people get tired of me eventually. There's your on...
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"Mathias Valentín Starr! I was worried sick!"
MATHIAS RUBBED HIS EYES and covered his mouth to suppress an obnoxious yawn. His phone leaned on the pillow just across from his face, too lazy to sit up and sign, he mouthed, eyes still closed, "Hi, Mom."
"Don't 'Hi, Mom,' me! I haven't heard from you for almost a full day. Do you know how worried I was?"
"Give me a sec," Mathias somehow managed to sign whilst laying down. Marcella nodded, and he lowered his phone to the bed.
Mathias slowly dragged himself into an upright position, rubbing his eyes and smoothing out the kinks and knots that formed in his hair overnight. He squeezed his eyes closed tighter at the feel of a stream of light on his face before he slowly opened them, trying to adjust to the light. His natural eye colour, blue, took the light more potently, to the point he had to wince and snap his eyes shut again and turn away from his phone and window altogether. The warm sunlight caressed his bare back as he slung one leg over the side of the bed and grabbed his phone again.
Cracking his eyes just enough, he saw his mother's face on his phone screen, her thick, dark eyebrows knitted together as she stared at him. Mathias propped the phone onto his nightstand, against the lamp sitting there. Upon securing a good stance, he leaned away, hands free.
Marcella's shoulders slumped at that, her expression softening. "That's a relief. And to think that you were complaining a few days ago about not wanting to go," she fixed him a look. "and now here you are, barely able to get out of bed."
Grinning, Mathias signed, "Touché. The beds are very comfortable here. The room is nice too. Do you want to see it?"
Mathias passed the few minutes by walking around his room, showing his mother the logistics of the room, from the floors to the ceiling. He had to lean the phone again something when he wanted to give specific commentary on something, like the translucent sliding doors that led to the balcony, one of his favourite features of the room. He grabbed a coat from his room's coat rack before stepping onto the porch, feeling the cold air streaming through his hair and the warm sun on his skin.
"Wow! That's a nice view!"
Mathias bobbed his head in agreement as he leaned on the cold balcony railing, staring out at the whiteness lining the hills, trees, and scenery overall. The sun was slowly climbing into the sky, chasing away the dark blue hue of night and illuminating the flecks of slow that made them look ineffably soft and mesmerizing, like a painting. Mathias dipped his nose into the sky, taking in a barrage of fresh air.
"Now, Mathias," Mathias titled the phone back towards his face, keenly awaiting whatever she wanted to say. Marcella's hands were clasped together, her lips stretched into a smile as she leaned into the camera. "So are there any girls that, you know? Caught your fancy?"
