Devan looked sternly at you, his scruffy attire seeming cute to you.

"Thank you, for looking after him again.. I'm starting to think he is becoming lonely without me..I mean after all.. being a doctor it's.."

He realised his rambling and swiftly picked up his 3 year old son, James.

"Sorry for that. Here's your money."

He often noticed himself becoming more vulnerable and he hated it.