A/N: I have rewritten the following few chapters four times with different scenarios occurring. I think I am finally happy with the following plot arc, so here you go! You may have to be patient for the next chapter, I am now stuck writing chapters as we go so that'll have to slot in with my normal life stuff.


Chapter Fifty – Catching Up and Moving On

Even before Mateo had steadied himself from the rather bumpy landing the heat had gotten to him. Going from a snow covered, exposed mountainside to a sun baked coast line had Mateo's body scrambling to figure out what to do. Whilst his body seemed set to create excessive amounts of sweat Mateo quickly cast a cooling spell on himself before sighing in relief as the heat dissipated.

With the immediate problem of boiling to death dealt with Mateo had the chance to turn his attention to his surroundings. He had registered he was near the coast from the scent of salt on the breeze, and the cry of gulls overhead. The vegetation around him was dry and almost crispy from the heat and lack of water, bit it stubbornly continued to live. Mateo had been dropped in a tight clump of vegetation, his arrival would have been screened by the plants around him so no awkward questions would need to be answered. Loki once again had proven he could care about something other than himself, and the thought made Mateo smile.

He carefully pushed his way through the bush directly in front of him and then had to stop abruptly to avoid stepping straight onto the road directly ahead. A quick check in both directions made sure there was no traffic bearing down on him, so Mateo hurried across the road. Opposite his arrival point he had seen a long high wall with a large wrought iron gate set into it. Through the gate Mateo could see a quite stylish house, which wasn't overly flashy but definitiely cool. He had never been to the house before, but Mateo was willing to bet that this was Tony's Malibu mansion.

There was no sign of life inside the grounds of the mansion but Mateo rang the buzzer and waited for a response. He had expected JARVIS to answer promptly as he normally did, but he stood and waited for at least a minute before he tried the buzzer again. In total he waited five minutes until there was any kind of reply.

"Stark residence," the cool female voice finally answered his calls. Despite the slightly tinny sound from the electronic device Mateo instantly recognised the voice.

"Pepper! It's me!" he said joyfully.

"Mateo?" the professional edge to Pepper's voice dropped immediately and was replaced with confused happiness.

"Hey Pep, fancy letting me in? It's a lot warmer out here than I've gotten used to," Mateo grinned despite it going unseen.

"Come right in," her voice was cut off by a metallic click before a low buzzing heralded the opening of the gates.

As soon as they were open enough for him to slide through Mateo did so before jogging up the clean concrete driveway. The drive wound artistically up the hill to the house, and Mateo was almost close to puffing by the time he had managed to get to the house. A low tunnel wound down from the left hand side of the house, and Mateo guessed it ran down to a garage under the lawns. However at that moment he chose to ignore it and headed straight for the glass front door. He eagerly jumped up the three steps and burst through the door.

His exuberant entrance was cut short as he was met with silence. The gleaming white stone and glass walled building was devoid of life and sounds. He hadn't been expecting a welcoming committee as such seeing as he returned with no warning, but he at least expected his Dad and Pepper to be there.

"Hello? JARVIS? Pepper? Anyone?" Mateo called.

But his voice just bounced off the hard walls and went unanswered. Suspecting some kind of trap he gingerly drew his wand, which he had strapped to his forearm, and slowly advanced into the house. The view from the windows over the ocean were certainly impressive, but the youth ignored them in favour of searching for life in the house.

He was about to leave the open plan part of the house and head towards what he assumed was the kitchen when he heard the clatter of shoes. They sounded light and delicate, like the heels Pepper often wore, but Mateo wasn't taking any chances and raised his wand.

Pepper finally appeared up the stairs that curled around a large water feature. Her look of joy faltered slightly when she saw Mateo pointing a wand at her, but she didn't flinch.

"Sorry, had to be sure it was you," Mateo apologised and quickly sheathed his weapon.

"I think it should be us asking if it is really you," Pepper said as she quickly pulled her godson into a tight embrace. "Do you have any idea how long you've been gone?"

"Err quite a while?" he replied sheepishly.

"Ten months!" Pepper exclaimed, and it was obvious to Mateo that she was having to hold back her anger.

"W-what?" Mateo said unsteadily as he stared at Pepper.

"Don't you know? Where have you been that you don't know todays the 23rd of April?" Pepper could tell the youth was truly shocked.

"I was training, someone made an offer I couldn't refuse," Mateo saw her angry look and wilted. Although he was technically as tall as his godmother, without her heels, she had managed to make him feel like a small child once more. "Sorry."

Pepper saw the boy cowering and sighed whilst trying to let go of her anger and worry. "Come on, let's go down to Tony's workshop."

"So that's where they are hiding, I was surprised that no one was around to say hello to," Mateo gratefully grasped the change of conversation.

"It's just Tony and me here at the moment," Pepper explained.

"Oh, where's everyone else then?" the youth asked.

"Steve is training the new Avenger recruits, Thor has returned home to Asgard, Clint apparently had a hidden family who he has gone to be with, and Natasha is out searching," Pepper explained.

"And Dad?" Mateo could tell something was wrong by the way Pepper hadn't said anything.

"…There was a mishap," Pepper started.

Mateo was close to panicking and breaking down before Pepper realised her mistake. "He isn't dead, don't worry. But he did run off and we haven't seen him in a couple of months."

"What 'mishap' happened?" Mateo asked. They hadn't actually made it out of the living room and Mateo gladly took a seat on one of the large curved sofas.

"Tony was experimenting with some kind of global defence system, he incorporated the main part of Loki's staff with the programming he used to make JARVIS. Long story short he badgered Bruce to help him and they accidentally made a murderous robot. Ultron set about trying to destroy the world, with the help of a couple of mutants, and almost managed to if the two mutants hadn't had a change of heart. Unfortunately they didn't have a change of heart until after they forced the Hulk to destroy half a city. When everything was over Bruce couldn't live with the guilt and went into hiding," Pepper explained.

"So Natasha is looking for him?" Pepper nodded in answer of the question. "What is Tony working on then?"

"I honestly have no idea, I was trying to get into his workshop to tell him you'd come home but he's sealed himself inside," the blonde shrugged helplessly.

"I'll fix that," Mateo said confidently.

Pepper gave Mateo an unsure look but happily led the way down the stairs to the basement level. Through the glass door Mateo could see the wide open space dedicated to the garage, Tony's workshop, and surprisingly what looked like a small particle collider. He vowed he would get an answer about the final item when he spoke to Tony, but for now he turned his attention to the door. He couldn't even begin to guess what the override code would be, and it seemed that JARVIS had been a casualty of the fight with Ultron. Without the aid of the sentient machine Mateo had to resort to other methods. Choosing the least messy of the options he focussed his magic and sent a small burst into the electronic lock on the door. And he was astounded to see that it held fast.

"Did Tony perfect his magical shielding?" Mateo asked.

"I think so, he was worried that you had been taken as leverage so he focussed on fortifying here and the Tower. With the reactor out of his chest he's able to use the technology more widely," pepper explained.

"He had the arc reactor removed? I take it the shrapnel is gone too?" Mateo said in surprise.

"Oh yes, he had that taken out last autumn. It scared us half to death but he recovered remarkably quickly," Pepper said.

Mateo didn't say anything to that, he was feeling incredibly guilty for missing so much. Instead he focussed on the problem on hand again. With the door shielded from his magic he doubted he would be able to get through with any of Loki's methods. So instead he resorted to much less sophisticated methods. "Tony! It's me! For goodness sake open the door!"

"I was already doing that," Pepper sniffed.

"Yes but he is used to your voice and probably unconsciously tunes out when he's working. Mine might be unexpected enough to get through to him," Mateo shrugged. He could see the tousled black hair of his godfather where he was bent over a desk, and he didn't seem to have registered the sound.

Mateo sighed and tried another tactic, and focussed on a white mug sat on the desk near Tony. Although the door seemed to be protected against direct magical interference Mateo had no problem in interfering with objects in the room beyond. The mug slowly floated into the air, wobbling slightly as Mateo got used to remotely controlling the object. Once he was certain he had control he squinted slightly and made the mug move. It had the intended result and the porcelain knocked into Tony's head hard enough to make him jerk violently in surprise. Mateo saw the billionaire look at the mug in confusion before he made it float towards the door. Finally it seemed the pieces clicked into place when Tony saw him waiting behind the door, and the incredulous look that appeared on his face made Mateo feel even guiltier for leaving.

He let the mug come to rest on a worktop near the door as Tony strode over and wrenched the door open.

"What's happened to you?" Tony said in an almost accusatory tone as he stared at Mateo.

"I could almost say the same thing to you, but I know you've just been working much too hard," Mateo chuckled at Tony, and Pepper snorted like she usually did when she was trying to hide a laugh.

Tony's hair was well beyond stylishly messy and truly into the realm of exasperatedly ruffled. There were streaks of oil on his chin and huge bags under his eyes telling of very few restful nights.

"You're deflecting," Tony accused. "Something's changed about you."

"I'm growing up," Mateo said defensively.

"It's more than that. There are physiological changes that cannot be attributed to puberty. For example, your bone structure has changed completely," Tony declared.

"Alright, there have been some changes, but it's all for the better," Mateo admitted. "Can we come in and I'll explain?"

Tony didn't reply but pivoted and strode back into his lair. In no time at all he had excavated three chairs and had set them close together. He claimed one and pointedly looked at the other two so that they would sit down. To avoid being thrown out they did so quickly and Mateo started explaining where he had been.

It was a long tale, the news of Mateo's fight with the basilisk hadn't made it to America and a careless sentence evolved into another hour of talking. Pepper looked worriedly at him but after proving that the skelegro and the help of his host had left him with no signs of injury at all. He was able to effectively distract her by quickly moving his tale onwards to where he had been over the summer.

"What do you mean you were with Loki?" Pepper thundered.

Although she hadn't directly been threatened by the god, she had had to watch her boyfriend carry a nuclear bomb through a portal into space. Seeing as Tony had suffered from PTSD from that it was unsurprising she was less than impressed with Mateo's decision to stay with the god.

"He helped me improve my magic way beyond any teacher at Hogwarts could have. Seeing as there is a megalomaniac after me I thought it was prudent to get as much of an advantage as possible," Mateo countered.

"He hasn't possessed you has he?" Tony said as he closely inspected Mateo's eyes.

"No, he offered to give me a blood transfusion so I could better grasp the kind of magic he was trying to teach me. It worked and sure my hair changed a bit, and I might be a bit stronger than before, but I'm much better at casting magic than before," it was obvious to both adults that Mateo was certain his decision had been the right one.

"How much better at magic are you?" asked Tony in a rather inquisitorial tone.

Mateo rolled his eyes and stood. Before Tony and Pepper could even react he had shrunk down into the form of a jackal. It barked, almost as if it was laughing, as it stared up at the two stunned faces staring down at it. When the two seemed to be frozen permanently the jackal stood and wound itself around their legs in an almost cat like gesture. However it helped to break the silence by proving that Mateo had turned into a real animal, and that it wasn't just an illusion.

"Mateo?" Pepper said faintly.

"That's quite an improvement," Tony agreed.

"I know right?" Mateo grinned once he had returned to human form.

"What else can you do?" Tony had successfully been distracted, and Mateo wasn't going to refuse to talk about his lessons. Especially seeing as the only other topic of conversation was about the break up of their family.

"How about we move this discussion upstairs and get a bite to eat?" Pepper interrupted when Mateo paused for breath half an hour later.

"If we must," Tony sighed and dramatically swept whatever he had been working on into the bin before standing.

"What were you working on? You shouldn't just bin it you know," Mateo said admonishingly.

"It was a tracking bracelet, the base design is similar to my ones for the suit so I know where it is if someone tries to steal it. However it was altered so that it could work around magic so I could clap it on you so I can keep an eye on where you disappear off to," Tony admitted.

"Then keep working on it, as soon as it's done then I'll wear it," Mateo swore.

"Aren't you going to tell me off for being restrictive and stalkerish? Clint said something to that effect when I brought up the idea," Tony looked at the youth in surprise.

"Well I know how much it would reassure you, and Dad when he comes back again, I'm not naïve enough to think that I am not above being kidnapped if I go out on my own. That'll make sure that I'm safe," Mateo walked across the room and retrieved the bracelet. "How were you making it work?"

"Magic only seems to react negatively with artificial energy generators. So a phone shorts out because it relies on an electrical battery, same principle with Neville and the tablet on the plane when he first touched it. However magic seems compatible with my arc reactor because I use a natural energy source to power it, and I know this will work as I got my suit working in Hogwarts last year. So it is just a case of fitting the tracking device and perhaps a link to JARVIS, then creating a small enough arc reactor," Tony explained as he checked the tangle of electrics for damage.

"How big is this bracelet going to be? If it would help you could build it into an armguard it it's going to be bulky," Mateo suggested.

"That won't be necessary, I'm sure I can get it to work on a small scale," Tony said determinedly.

"And you can come back to it later, but right now we are going upstairs," Pepper said in a tone that brokered no argument. Neither of the men did and instead meekly followed Pepper from the room and to the kitchen.

"When did you last sleep?" Mateo asked as he saw how Tony downed an espresso without blinking.

"Possibly three days ago," Tony shrugged as he headed for the coffee pot.

"I think not, you're putting unnecessary strain on your heart," Mateo said as he pulled the caffeine away from Tony's hand. "Go take a nap."

"But I'm your godfather, you can't order me around!" Tony protested.

"Well I'm thirteen, I'm allowed to be a petulant teenager," Mateo countered.

The two adults in the room were shocked into silence by that statement. Although Mateo had said it in jest, the tone it came out in was almost confrontational and unlike his normal way of speaking. He could see their opinion of him changing, the small adorable boy was fading to be replaced with someone with their own will. Mateo wasn't sure he liked the changes, and almost wished he could return to his tutor.

Eventually Pepper broke the silence and told both her boys to go sleep, she had picked up the stifled yawns that Mateo had failed to hide.

"Do you have a spare room I can borrow?" Mateo asked as Tony led the way from the kitchen.

"Why would you need a spare room? You've got your own room here y'know," Tony threw over his shoulder.

"I have a room here too?" Mateo stopped in his tracks.

"Sure, you're part of the family kiddo," when he realised that he was alone Tony stopped and turned around.

Mateo kept his gaze to the floor, even when his godfather approached.

"Kiddo?" Tony tried to get Mateo to react, but eventually had to nudge his chin up with a finger. He hadn't prepared himself to see tears in the youth's eyes.

"Sorry," Mateo apologised as he quickly scrubbed his eyes with his right sleeve. "It's been a long day and a lot to take in. Thanks for putting me up here."

"Hey squirt," Tony said, using one of the nicknames the Avengers had given him. "You're my godson, which means you are my responsibility. And even if you weren't you are part of the family. How could I leave you outside? Plus I don't want Big Green pummelling me into the ground when he gets back because I didn't look after you."

Mateo chuckled at the thought of the Other Guy using Iron Man as a punching bag. Although the scene was more like a cat trying to swat a gnat it provided the little boost of cheer they needed at that time. However it helped to close a bit of the rift that had formed between them in the workshop earlier.

Tony cracked a grin, happy his efforts to cheer up his godson had been successful. He led Mateo to his own room before retiring to the master suite, leaving Mateo staring at his room.

Like the living room below, one wall of Mateo's room was entirely built of glass so that he could see out to the sea below. The other walls were painted aquamarine with gold detailing, like an echo of his dad's room had been in the Tower. A small cardboard box sat by the bed, and a quick inspection revealed that it was full of Mateo's various mementos and trinkets.

The wardrobe was full of a range of clothes, and it took Mateo a few seconds to realise the logic behind the seemingly random selection. On the left were all the clothes he had owned before he left for his second year at Hogwarts. And then progressing towards the right wall was increasingly larger clothes, all with the shop tags still attached. He had to swallow back a huge lump in his throat when he saw how optimistic everyone had been that he would be back soon.

In an attempt to block out the shame and guilt Mateo slammed his wardrobe shut and stalked to the bathroom. He took a scalding hot shower and quickly towelled off. Luckily there was enough clothing that fit him in the draws so that he didn't have to look in the wardrobe again. Once he was dressed in more comfortable lounge clothes than his school uniform Mateo flopped onto his bed and pressed the control to darken the windows.

Although he tried to avoid it Mateo barely lasted an hour before he was reaching for his laptop and switching it on. He didn't want to look for more information about the Avengers, Pepper's loose explanation would be much more factual than anything he'd find in American media. However he was interested in the celebrity websites like OK Magazine and for the first time in his life he actively sought out photos of his family. It almost felt like a taboo subject to ask Tony and Pepper about his dad, but he needed answers.

Since the incident a couple of months ago the gossip magazines had been littered with pictures of the superhuman group. Although the images were just snaps of their backs and such it was obvious that the paparazzi were desperate to get photos of the shamed Avengers. The articles on them were also littered with speculation about Bruce Banner's whereabouts, although some were happy to suggest he should be locked up as soon as he was found.

However as he trawled backwards through the articles before Ultron wreaked havoc in Sokovia Mateo started to find articles he was actually interested in. Back when everyone viewed the Avengers with almost hero status regard there were plenty of shots of them doing mundane things. Most often were the photos of Tony travelling to various Stark Industry events, but there were a smattering of the others going to and fro. Bruce appeared semi-regularly, always with Tony, usually going between SI sites with their work. Sometimes he had gone to give talks at a variety of educational or scientific institutions, again always accompanied by Tony but often Clint had been snapped lingering in the background.

After quickly collating a large number of photos Mateo started looking through them and really scrutinised his father. It didn't take him long to see the signs of worry and stress that were visible on Bruce. There were more lines and grey hair than Mateo would expect for a year of normal ageing, and he always had worrying large dirk circles under his eyes. When Mateo had last seen his dad in his second year Bruce had started to walk straight and with a faint air of confidence. In these photos he had started to hunch over, and he had started to wring his hands like he had done when they had first met. It wasn't easy to tell from the images but Mateo had a hunch that his adoptive father had also lost a reasonable amount of weight.

Half an hour after he had started searching Mateo slapped his laptop shut and dropped it rather heavily to the floor by his bed. He rolled over and buried his head under his pillows while he wriggled under the duvet. The images had shown how much his dad had been worrying about him, and how much he had suffered. And for that Mateo felt a guilt that he wasn't sure he would be able ever get rid of.

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Despite Pepper and Tony making as much of an effort as possible to keep Mateo engaged and entertained there was no denying that the practically empty house had a depressing air to it. Whenever they fell silent the quiet of the house seemed to press in on them, and made Mateo wish even for the company of Professor Lockhart. When he realised how desperate he had gotten for some kind of company Mateo forced himself out of his melancholy ways and started to look for a solution.

It was only by chance that he stumbled across a very old and weather stained piece of paper, which held the details to his possible solution. He didn't want to alert Tony to his plans, so Mateo took his Stark Phone and headed outside to a secluded spot he often visited under a large tree. He enjoyed the Malibu sun and heat, but the particular spot he had claimed was surrounded by bushes and therefore shielded from the house so he couldn't be spied on. Tony probably knew where he was going but had never interrupted his private time, so Mateo took it as being okay for him to be out there.

Mateo wasn't too hopeful that the mobile number he had was still in use, however he fiddled nervously with his phone for a long while before he pressed the call button.

He was almost about to put the phone down as it kept ringing without answer. He actually was in the process of lowering it to tap the button when he heard the call connect as the other person picked up the phone.

"Hello John speaking," it had been four years since Mateo had last heard the voice but he immediately knew that he had been able to contact the right person.

"Hello John, it's Mateo Johnson. You might not remember me but we met four years ago," Mateo started hesitantly.

"No no I remember you, I'd just thought that you would likely have lost my number by now. How are you doing?" John said quickly.

"Is this a bad time, you sound a bit tired… Did I get the time difference wrong?" Mateo said hurriedly, the man did sound tired and a bit distracted.

"It's nothing I wouldn't be used to anyway, and I was already awake," replied the doctor. "How are you?"

"I'm… Well… You see…" Mateo hadn't actually planned how he was going to talk this through, and suddenly found himself unable to continue.

"Is this about your Dad?" John asked gently.

"How do you know?"

"It might not have been stated directly in the papers but my friend has an excellent way of finding out classified information," Mateo could tell the man was smiling at something.

"Yes he's missing," Mateo started slowly. "My godfather's trying to find him but they aren't having any luck…"

"And did you want us to help?" John offered.

"Us? Why would I need you to help?" Mateo asked in confusion.

"I thought you wanted me to ask Sherlock Holmes to help find him."

"Who's Sherlock Holmes?" Mateo was completely caught out by the sudden change in conversation direction.

"He's my friend, a consulting detective is his own given title but more accurately he's a private investigator," John explained.

"He sounds useful, but I have a feeling that the case of my Dad is far beyond what he can do," Mateo said unhappily, then he took a deep breath and quickly said what he had meant to ask since the start. "I was actually wondering if I could come and stay with you until I go back to school, staying with my godfather is depressing and I don't want to stay somewhere that reminds me of dad."

"I only got about half of that," John said after a short pause. "But if you want to come and stay then feel free. However I have to warn you I recently got married, so you will have to deal with my wife."

"Oh, sorry I didn't realise," Mateo said, and fervently wished he had never called. "Congratulations by the way, but I wouldn't want to butt in and make things awkward."

"Hang on I hadn't finished," John interrupted. "I was going to say that there are other options. If you want to come over then you are most welcome to stay with me and Mary, or you can have my old room with Sherlock, or I have other friends you can stay with. No one needs to know who you are, so you we can create a cover story for you. Actually when we last met you reminded me of Sherlock, you could always pose as his cousin."

"Do you mind if I come visit? If it doesn't work I'll go back to America but I just need to be away from all this for a while," Mateo asked again, but now a small note of hope tinged his voice.

"Don't worry about it, just text me when you are going to be arriving at Heathrow and I'll come pick you up," John said kindly.

"Thank you, I'll see you in a couple of days," Mateo tried to make it blatantly obvious how grateful he was with those few words.

Neither of them were very fond of talking for the sake of it, so they soon hung up. As soon as the mobile's screen turned black once more Mateo slumped back into the dusty grass and let out an explosive sigh. It had been a long shot but the attempt had paid off. Tony would probably be hurt by his wanting to leave, but Mateo hoped that Pepper would see his point of view and talk sense into the billionaire. Either way, he now had something to do, and Mateo almost happily stood and strode back to the house to start packing.

That is how Tony was first alerted to something being afoot. He had emerged from his lab for the first time in a few days in order to have a shower. Normally he wouldn't be bothered by maintaining a decent level of personal hygiene but he had accidentally spilled a bottle of ferric chloride over his clothes and hand. So after mopping up the worst of it he needed to shower and change.

It was as he passed Mateo's room and saw the door ajar that Tony spotted something odd. Normally his godson could be found with his nose in a book, or outside in a shady spot. But he was busy packing.

"Alright squirt?" Tony ignored the itchy feeling of his hand and casually strolled into Mateo's room.

"Oh, hey Tony," it wasn't just his imagination, Mateo definitely didn't sound happy to see him.

"What are you up to? Term doesn't start again for another four months," he said, intentionally acting dumb. Tony was a genius and had already pretty much knew what was going on.

"An old friend of mine got in contact and asked if I wanted to go and visit. I haven't seen him literally in years, so I thought I would take him up on the offer. I'll take my phone and keep in regular contact with you," Mateo rambled on.

"Too cool to hang out with your old godfather?" Tony joked, then immediately regretted it when he saw the guilty grimace that appeared on Mateo's face.

"No, it's not that," he said slowly. "It's just difficult being here. Everything is different, it's quiet with no one around… It's just wrong."

"Things rarely stay the same forever," Tony said quietly, trying to be comforting but practical at the same time.

"I know Tony. But there's nothing the same. Dad's gone, the Avengers have split up and are living in different places, you've got a tonne of research and work. It's just me, Garuda, and Augustus now," Mateo definitely looked like he was holding back tears.

Tony didn't have a response to that, as it was all true. He had wrongly assumed Mateo was okay with being on his own and had thrown himself into trying to find Bruce. Whilst the teen probably had been happy for Tony to spend most of his efforts searching for his father, apparently he had screwed up and hadn't given his godson enough attention. He knew what it was like for things to suddenly change, the loss of both his parents in one accident was probably close to what Mateo was experiencing. It was probably worse for Mateo, at least his honourary family had given him love and attention, Tony's parents had been too busy for their offspring.

So instead of trying to find the appropriate response, Tony instead pulled the youth into a hug and they instead stood in silence.

"Erm Tony, why do you smell of acid?" Mateo asked after five minutes.

"Oh yeah I need a shower," Tony replied as he remembered why he had left his workshop. Now that he thought about it his hand was starting to look a little red.

"You spilled acid and haven't cleaned it off yet?" Tony had to bite back a grin as he heard his old godson reappear. "Go wash it off quickly!"

"Yes sir," Tony mock saluted the teen before walking out of the room again. He was quickly back though. "Mateo, I don't mind you going. Honestly, go and have fun with this friend. Just remember to ring, and keep your phone on you."