It'd been an hour and he'd spent nearly the entire time just chirping and chittering quietly to the small form of the baby laying in the crib. The kid was one of the few mistakes he could actually be proud of considering that you and him had only gotten together a few times when you weren't fighting for your lives against whatever the Outerworlds had to throw you and your companions way. He'd been surprised when you'd invited him over a few months prior and shown off the fairly normal looking child. He'd been confused and after you'd told him it was his, he'd begun listing off all the reasons why he couldn't settle down properly. His job as an emissary being the main one. He apologized repeatedly but promised to visit, which he'd kept good on so far. Every couple of months he'd knock on your door and either simply which usually just meant your day would now entail laying on the couch with him clinging to you until he fell asleep. It was evident he was still cautious about getting too close to either you or the child considering the fate that had befallen his last family but he seemed to make progress in small steps. Occasionally accompanying you to small friend hosted events or Johnny's lavish parties and letting it be known via waist holding or kisses planted along your neck that the two of you held some amount of feelings for one another. After spending a few more minutes admiring the baby, he made his way over to you and rested his head on your shoulder before quietly suggesting "I can try cooking you something again."