He settles Theo into Burr's arms. "Where she belongs." He kisses Burr's forehead. He lets his protectiveness of Burr, too, flood the air.
"She can tell, you know," he says. "When you're frightened." He moves to his feet. "I wish you would tell me your worries." A bit of shame, then, because he realizes he kept his from Burr for weeks.
"Oh, I had a thought," he says, turning back, before he leaves. "One of the chains for the guns broke yesterday -- I took a few links of it. Metal may be kept outside in the snow and might help numb her as she breaks her teeth. Would that be better than wood?"
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There's something his husband isn't telling him.
He settles Theo into Burr's arms. "Where she belongs." He kisses Burr's forehead. He lets his protectiveness of Burr, too, flood the air.
"She can tell, you know," he says. "When you're frightened." He moves to his feet. "I wish you would tell me your worries." A bit of shame, then, because he realizes he kept his from Burr for weeks.
"Oh, I had a thought," he says, turning back, before he leaves. "One of the chains for the guns broke yesterday -- I took a few links of it. Metal may be kept outside in the snow and might help numb her as she breaks her teeth. Would that be better than wood?"