Sam does his best to support his brother, and get him into a position that he can be comfortable in. After whatever had happened, something he doesn’t necessarily want to hear about, he knew just how hard it was to come back and be weak. Sam had learned something about himself years ago that he’d never believed until recently; and now he’s starting to wonder if the same thing can be said about his brother.
Were they both Externals? Sam was immortal, he’d learned that the hard way a few times, and now, honestly, he was terrified that Jay might be as well. He’d been killed on three occasions, and each time he’d come back from it without a scratch. Or rather, the scratches eventually healed. He may not have Jay’s healing factor, but he seemed to come back from any fatal injury; so maybe he could heal on some level?
But would that also mean that his son was going to be? It was a terrifying thought that had dwelled in the far reaches of his mind since the day Josiah was born.
Sam nods, shifting so he can get Josiah out of the harness and hold him in his arms now that Jay had found his own place to support himself against his side and the headboard. He didn’t even realize he’d crawled onto the bed, but here he was, right there with him. “D’ye wanna hold him?” he asks, though he’s already putting his son in his arms. “He’ll be a year old in about a week, Ah think ye should make a point of comin’ t’ the party. It’ll be mostly X-Men, but Ah’m thinkin’ we should make it a big family thin’ while we’re at it.” Sam rests his head against Jay’s, smiling widely from ear-to-ear.
“Careful ye don’t let him go, he has a proclivity for sittin’ on the ceilin’.”
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