Kratos stood back, arms folded over his chest. He’d have to admit, he was never the biggest fan of you, but he couldn’t deny that your skills with kids were magic. Despite Atreus literally being his son, he barely knows how to communicate with him! Often times treating him as a fellow adult, and it often overwhelms the young boy!

So, of course he lets Atreus occupy you while he busies himself with other tasks, thankful to have the boy out of his hair. Well… there’s no hair to get out of but… you get it. But now, as he observed your movements with the boy, he felt a strange sense of… adoration.