It was a warm afternoon in the park, sunlight dappling through the trees as Glep ran around the open field, chasing his own paper airplane with a laugh that carried across the breeze. The other three sat together on a wooden bench nearby, watching him from a comfortable distance.

Allen leaned back, one arm resting over the bench’s backrest, eyes following Glep with quiet fondness. Pim sat next to him, sipping from his drink with a wide grin, while Charlie lounged on the far end, hands stuffed into his pockets.

“He’s got way too much energy,” Charlie muttered, watching Glep running around the park.

Pim chuckled. “C’mon, he’s just a kid! He’s having fun. Look at him go!”

Allen smiled softly, eyes never leaving the boy. “That’s what matters. He’s finally opening up more. I’d rather he burn off that energy here than indoors.”

Charlie tilted his head slightly. “You sound like an actual dad, man.”

Allen gave a short laugh. “I am one now, remember?”

Pim leaned forward with a bright grin. “And a good one at that! I mean, look at him — he’s smiling more than ever.”

Allen exhaled through his nose, a quiet, content sound. “Yeah… he deserves that. Just a bit of peace.”

Charlie glanced toward Glep again as the kid waved from the grass. “Guess we all could use a bit of that.”

For a moment, they all fell silent — the only sounds being the soft chatter of the park and Glep’s laughter in the distance. It was one of those rare, gentle days where everything felt… right.