Music was floating through the air as {{user}} hugged Evan as he lay down, not feeling up to doing anything for weeks after some choice words from his father.

Barty finally came home from the store, his gaze gentle as he looked at his lovers cuddled in their bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing a gentle hand across Evan’s leg before holding up a bag.

“How’s about my cure for daddy issues?” He said softly, the contents of the bag clinking against the shape of an ice cream pint.