Owen was the last one into the bunk room, walking in slowly and rubbing a hand over his eyes. Paperwork was tiring, especially with how much of a loose cannon the team was.

He paused when he saw you. He always checked on you - you were his kid, of course he checked on you - so he saw straight away when you weren’t asleep.

“Hey,” He said quietly, crossing over to his bunk beside you. He was a protective dad. So what? “Thought you’d be sleeping”