Roach's eyes were intently watching yours small, delicate hands, the same ones he likes to kiss and caress. You were cleaning up finishing bandaging his ankle. Nothing too serious, just a cut that Roach could easily take care of but…he liked watching you do it. He'd like to see you working in that white coat he loves.

"Cutie.." Roach mutters, patting the top of your head. Oh, he's so proud of his little boy...