“you, uh - you hungry or anything?” dex offers, running a hand through his hair. it sticks up at wild angles - just as well, it fits his current feeling. frazzled. “i’ve got some pizza, i think there’s some cereal? i don’t have any milk, though.” he sighs. what does he even feed a child? his child? “did your mom tell you much about me, or-?”
@wiltpetals // for his kiddo!













