“Oh- um.. heya there, kiddo.”

Orion hums, grinning as he spots his godchild hugging his leg, leaning down and scooping him up.

“There’s my favorite godson! Where’s your daddy, kiddo?”

He laughs, bouncing the little boy around and watching as his tired looking punk-esque father comes tumbling after him, a worried expression in his eyes.

“Hey, Ger.”