@tiny-coat-endless-hunger - [aw]
The patter of small feet is enough to tempt a sidelong glance. With a predisposition to send the child on their way, his brows pull to a sharp crease and he crouches down, perplexed. “Hey, whoa, hey...” a cautious hand raises to slow the little one down.
It’s rare for his voice to change, to carry a lightness befitting of a parent. “You alright?”















