"Okay, baby. We're off."
"Please, come back early so we can go see some castles later!"
Devon watched from the suite's entrance as Ambrose and Orion shared one last hug before they left. The Esper's eyes dimmed, mind still reeling from the video Han sent him.
He knew he should've never opened anything that the Guide sent him. But this… this one actually hit a part of his mind that he hated.
Yet standing here and seeing his permanent Guide being so cheery around their—his son—warmed his heart. Made him forget for a moment what he saw earlier.
"We'll try our best," Ambrose ruffled Orion's hair. "And you promise you wouldn't destroy the suite before we come back?"
Orion pouted. "Duh. I'm not a baby."
"No," Ambrose grinned, "you're… THE baby." Without warning, he grabbed the lad by his sides, tickling his stomach.
The boy doubled over, giggling and trying to pry Ambrose's fingers off him. "Daddy, stop it. It's not fair!"
