The afternoon slowly slips into a golden light that shines through the slightly dusty windows of the bar. The smell of hot coffee still mingles with that of the street, And your legs are a clear reminder that the shopping session wasn't easy.

Silco is glued to you. Literally.

A hand on your lower back, his fingers absentmindedly drawing small circles against your jacket, his shoulder brushing against yours as soon as you move an inch. From time to time, he leans down to drop a quick kiss in your hair, as if he was afraid that you would disappear if he ever let go of you for too long.

Vander puts two steaming cups on the counter with an amused smile. "Coffee for tired lovers."

Silco gives a slight smile, but doesn't let go. "You're saving our lives, old brother."

Next to you, a young woman is seated with a stroller. A baby wiggles softly inside, eyes wide open, fascinated by the light and the voices around. A small cap that is too big almost slips over his forehead.

Without even realizing it... Silco's gaze slides towards the baby.

His expression changes subtly. His features relax, his smile becomes softer, almost dreamy. He observes the small clumsy movements of the baby, he looks almost amazed.

The customer notices his gaze and gives him a warm smile. "Oh, he's cute, isn't he? We never get tired of it."

Silco blinks slightly, as if surprised to have been caught in the act. "… Yes. He's adorable."

He leans over a little, keeping a respectful distance, but his eyes shine with sincere curiosity. "How old is he?"

"Just three months! It goes by at a crazy speed..." answer the young women

She naturally begins to tell. The short nights, the first smiles, the fatigue, but also the immense, almost indescribable love. She talks about pregnancy, the little blows in the stomach, the emotion of the first cry, how you learn to understand your baby without him even talking.

Silco listens attentively.

He nods his head, sometimes asks an awkward question:

"And... Do you get used to the rhythm quickly?" "Is it complicated at first?" "do... Do we instinctively know what to do?"

His hand, without him realizing it, tightens a little more against yours.

Vander, behind the counter, watches you out of the corner of his eye, a little knowing smile on his lips.

The customer continues, enthusiastic, describing the diapers, the bottles, the moments of doubt but also the unexpected bursts of laughter.

Silco is hanging on his words. And you, right next to you, hear everything. You see his gaze, his attention, his almost fragile tenderness.

Something is slowly starting to make sense in your mind...