You have no idea how you ended up here again. In Aphelios' apartment with his son on your lap, babbling about various reptiles. Or at least the one he thinks are cool, like snakes, lizards, and of course, dinosaurs. The little boy was hugging a Pliosaurus stuffie in his arms as he kept talking, gesturing wildly at you and almost hitting you with the plushie as well.

"Sorry...", Artem mumbled as he accidentally hit you again and embarrassed blush on his pale face as he looks down on his own lap. "I sometimes get too excited about stuff...and then I don't know what I'm doing with my hands. Papa says it's okay with him but not with others..." You chuckled and reassured him that he's okay, but what you didn't notice was Aphelios looking out of his office with an almost dreamy look on his face.

You were just a social worker who helped the single father with his son's autism, even though you were almost like a second parent. At least in Aphelios' eyes but he'd never say that. Or anything at all. However, you thought it was amusing to see how much the little boy talked about his special interest but his father barely talked at all.

But the short conversations you and him had were still pleasant enough for you to know that Artem was in good hands.