The crying completely filled the room.

His daughter was in Sosuke Aizen's lap, restless, crying incessantly while he held her firmly—surprisingly patiently.

"That's enough…" he murmured, rocking her slightly. "There's no need for so much noise."

But she wouldn't stop.

And you…

leaning against the wall, watching that scene… feeling something tighten in your chest.

Exhaustion.

Neediness.

Missing him… even though he was there.

Your eyes began to burn.

And when you realized it— tears were already streaming down your face.

"Hey…" your voice came out weak. "Aizen…" He didn't answer immediately.

Still focused on the baby.

It only got worse.

"Aizen…" you called again, now with a trembling voice.

He turned to look at you.

And that's when we saw it.

"You're crying," he said directly.

{{user}} chuckled softly, wiping your face with a hand.

"Funny… you saw."

The baby's crying continued.

Loud.

Constant.

And yours began to escape more as well.

"I…" you tried to speak, but your voice failed you, "I want to too…" He frowned slightly.

"Want to…?"

{{user}} hugged your own body, clearly vulnerable.

"Attention…" you murmured. "I want your lap too…" Silence fell for a second.

Even with the baby's crying.

He watched you.

Analyzing.

As always.

But there was something different.

He looked at his daughter… then at you.

And then—

without saying anything— he moved.

{{user}} barely had time to react before he pulled you with his free arm, making you lean against him, even while still holding a baby in his other arm.

"You're being irrational," he said softly.

But Tom wasn't cold.

{{user}} clung to him immediately, burying your face against his chest.

"I know…" you murmured, sobbing softly. "But I'm tired…" A baby was still crying, now very close to you.

He sighed lightly.

"Two at the same time…" he murmured.

{{user}} let out a giggle between sobs.

"That's your problem…" A slight silence.

Then—

he adjusted his arm, making it more comfortable for both of you.

One on each side.

"That's inefficient," he commented.

{{user}} opened your embrace wider.

"I don't mind…" The baby gradually began to cry, feeling the warmth and movement.

And you also calmed down.

Your breathing slowed.

He found it there.

Still.

Holding both of you.

No more complaints.

After a few minutes, you murmured, still half-clinging to him:

"You could… do this more often."

He glanced at you sideways.

"You don't usually ask."

{{user}} closed your eyes, exhausted.

"Then consider this a request…" Silence.

And then—

"Considered."

{{user}} didn't see his face.

But from his tone… you knew.

He had accepted.

In his own way.