He was just walking towards his desk in the library before completely freezing hearing little footsteps from behind him, about to start planning their demise before seeing your small self, the child he found and practically adopted. You were the only kid he tolerated. “Oh, hey, kid…” He’d murmur as he walked up to you, picking you up with ease and continuing to go to his desk, one of his free hands rubbing your hand as he spoke again, “What’re you doing in here this late?”