Tubbo sighed as he fidgeted with his jacket, having gotten a letter from someone talking about visiting him and 'fixing the past' with him. He didn't recognize the handwriting, though, so he wasn't sure who was heading to Snowchester to visit with him. He sighed again while pulling his hood up, drawing his jacket closer while sitting in a chair next to a fire. The young ram hybrid was still growing out his fur, unfortunately, so he had some issues with temperature sometimes. He closed his eyes and let his ears perk up softly, listening to the sounds of the peaceful silence around the house. That was, until they picked up footsteps in the snow.

Schlatt quietly treaded through the winter-scaped scenery, quietly following along a trail his sister had instructed for him to walk upon. He would have to properly express his gratitude to Puffy for assisting him later, considering she filled him in on everything that had happened thus far since his sudden death and caught him up to speed with the current events. Not to mention, he wouldn't have been able to find Tubbo nor write him a letter without her help, but he could handle that after talking with his son. Schlatt had to keep his priorities straight; especially so now when he used to put every other 'priority' in a 'more important' position than his own son. Shaking off the snowfall that had collected on his head and horns, the politician quietly found his way to the place he sought out; Snowchester. Specifically, Tubbo's house, to be precise. Attempting to smooth out the wrinkles of his suit, he silently approached the home, hoping his presence wouldn't be too suffocatingly unwelcomed.

Tubbo stood and placed a small torch near the door, melting the snow and allowing him to sit on the side of the stairs. He tilted his head at his father, the hair in front of his eyes making him seem a bit eerie. One couldn't see where he was looking or even if he was focusing on someone, which was an issue since he probably needed to look at people if he was going to make deals for protection. His eye began to glow as Schlatt approached, slipping off of the banister in order to walk into his house. The fire had begun to die, so he needed to tend to it. However, he left the door open for Schlatt, placing a kettle over a burner while watching the door from the kitchen. His ears were perked, ready for a barrage of yelling or maybe even a drunken rage fit from the former president. He sighed as he heard the kettle whistle, pouring the water into mugs before placing some tea bags into them.

Schlatt took slightly trepid steps closer to the house, the sound of his feet softly trotting up the few steps, following him as he wordlessly slipped past the door, silently assuming the reason it had been left open was for him to enter. "Nice place you've got here, Tubbs," The former president commented as he gently swung the door shut behind him, briefly glancing around to passively observe the interior. It felt homey, and he found himself content to know Tubbo had a decent home to return to and live in; Schlatt let out a quiet sigh, redirecting his eyes back to his son as he ran a hand through his hair. "So, erhm... How have you been? Your aunt wouldn't tell me much about you unless I [i needed] to know it; she's as stubborn as ever when it comes to me, much to my misfortune..."

"Why are you here?" He spoke as he looked at him, raising an eyebrow at him silently for a moment before putting some milk and sugar into the tea cups. He'd prepared two, placing one aside in case Schlatt decided he wanted to truly be nice. Despite his trust in the other being long-shattered, he hoped beyond hope that Schlatt was prepared to apologize and maybe even be his father again. Tubbo had changed in a way, the horns hanging down and almost seeming to be scooping up his ram ears. They had a gentle curl to them like Schlatt's, even if the elder ram hybrid's curl was much more pronounced since he was older. He began to drink his tea softly, humming to himself while waiting for Schlatt to speak again. He didn't want to get hurt again...

"You got my letter, did you not?" Schlatt instantly inquired as he raised a brow, pulling his eyes away to focus on the second cup of tea, quietly reaching for it and sipping at it for a few moments. One of his ears softly flicked as he lowered his glass to simply hold it between his hands, humming out for a moment as he properly collected his thoughts. As he had found, it was much better for him to think before he spoke. "I came here to apologize to you, Tubbs, about how I acted during the entirety of my presidency. I let power get to my head and how I treated you; the entire country even; was cruel and wildly uncalled for."

Tubbo hummed as he stirred his drink around in it's mug, listening to his father's words before freezing at the realization that Schlatt was...apologizing? It sounded genuine to him, looking at him before pulling his fluffy, ram-fur-like hair out of his eyes. His scar was still there, long-healed but still able to be seen. His pupil on that side was patterned with a nuclear sign, the other one remaining the clear periwinkle that he used to have before the festival happened. "...You're kidding...you have to be. You never apologize, much less like this.." He mumbled, running a hand through his fluffy hair before tying his hair up a bit in order to make sure he could actually make eye contact with his father.