It wasn't often that Gallahan allowed himself to relax around his son. He wanted to be a strong example of his son, though he couldn't help it this time around.

He was tired, and {{user}} was drawing on the floor.

He sat in the chair and watched, a faint smile on his face, as he listened to his son babble. His baby son had the uncanny ability to talk in such a way that it almost sounded like he was talking in complete sentences.

The sound began lulling him to sleep.

Just a little.