“Maybe sometimes as a treat we can give him a little help.” Llewellyn responded with an amused tone before he fell silent. Warmed by the kiss from the other, and using his free arm to wrap an arm around Rhy’s shoulder’s in a comforting half embrace. Pretzel even leaning over to press his nose against his other father’s cheek.

He wished he could grant that wish, to bring the family that Rhy still missed here. “I know, Love... I’m sorry, but you never know. People seem to come all the time, at different rates.”