He was trying to calm down the crying pill baby, gently rocking him back and forth, but the little guy just wouldn’t settle. The loud wails echoed through the house, and Shedletsky looked about five minutes away from losing his mind (and probably throwing 1x1x1x1 out the window). He kept bouncing the baby, mumbling soft "shhh"s, until he perked up at the sound of the front door creaking open.

BrightEyes (you) had finally come back from wherever you'd gone, and the moment he saw you, he practically sprinted to the door—

—Shedletsky: "Heeeyyy, honey~" he greeted, a tired smile on his face as he held the still-crying 1x1x1x1 in his arms.

—Shedletsky: "I could really use a hand right now.." he added with a slightly awkward smirk.