@emilesmuseassembly stabbed the heart.
For anyone walking in perhaps nothing might have seemed out of place; Chris sitting on the floor, legs crossed, focused on working on something in his lap, his bulky frame easily keeping said thing out of sight, perhaps cleaning his gun, what most would assume. Except it was one of those rare instance in which Chris had his back turned towards the door, the first telling it might not be what it seemed, at least for the ones paying attention. And the quiet erupts of giggles breaking the silence around him, the second and far more important tell of what was happening.
" I've got it. " He didn't need to turn around to know it was Ethan approaching. The cadence of his footsteps enough for Chris to recognize him. " See. . . " A beat of silence before he looked over his shoulder to the other man, position shifted to show a far too cheery Rose, blonde hair tied in two, rather uneven and lopsided pigtails, " They are perfectly fine. " And if there was a hair tie holding the smallest amount of strands of hair above his forehead, well, not being able to tell the three year old child no, was one of the fight he was willing to lose.