[ raleigh zooms into yancy's room with all the agility of someone who's been racing into rooms to make sure his son's okay for months now. usually, it's when there's a thump and yancy starts to cry, and he panics despite his heavily instigated rule about letting their baby figure out his limits and that he's not indestructible. this is no different; he wonders if he pinched his finger in the crib bar hinge or something, and is ready to soothe him with kisses and booboo damage control.
but he's fine. he looks fine, at the very least, but he's red faced and can't stop crying. it's an off cry, too, and has raleigh's hair on end.
he's bouncing and shooshing their screaming son by the time mako joins them, pacing the room and swaying slightly. ] I don't know, [ he admits, hunching his shoulders and pressing his cheek to his sons forehead. ] He feels warm... — where's the thermometer?
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but he's fine. he looks fine, at the very least, but he's red faced and can't stop crying. it's an off cry, too, and has raleigh's hair on end.
he's bouncing and shooshing their screaming son by the time mako joins them, pacing the room and swaying slightly. ] I don't know, [ he admits, hunching his shoulders and pressing his cheek to his sons forehead. ] He feels warm... — where's the thermometer?