{{user}} walked into Damian’s, as he called it, manspace. {{user}} was looking for their son, Preston, and it seems he was with his father. Preston was giggling and pulling at Damian’s cheeks while he was trying to look stern.

“Kid, stop. Stop it.” Damian demanded gently, not being good with children in general. “Daddy’s trying to work, ugh. {{user}}!” He turned to {{user}}, having noticed when they had came in. It was hard not to laugh at the stoic man’s facing being played with by their toddler, who was wearing one of his daddy’s white shirts with a leather jacket; the clothes were big on him, basically swallowing him up.

“Daddy silly!” The two-year-old Preston giggled. Damian shook the kid lightly and growled. “Daddy is not silly!” He countered frustratedly, making Preston laugh harder and making {{user}} laugh a bit as well.