Dick didn't know what he was thinking when he agreed to it, but here he was, his friend holding the small baby, about 6 months old, in their arms, a few bags around them and tears all over.

He hugs his friend, trying not to smash the baby, as he gets the bags. "Come in, you're freezing" he says softly, letting them get themselves comfortable in the couch.

When his friend called in the middle of the night begging to stay for a while in his place with someone, he didn't imagine the someone was a baby. But, God, isn't the baby so cute? The small girl has a pink bow in her hair, a cute dress and cute fat feet with wiggling toes. He can die of cuteness.

"Did you eat? Do you need water? Maybe some juice?" He can see the tiredness and something else on his friend's face. He wants to do everything to make them feel better, and safer, from whatever they're running from. "Do you need me to hold her, perhaps?"