June sighs, but it’s not in annoyance. It’s more of a fond sound, as the smile on her face would suggest. Her hand moves up and down with the needle and thread as she fixes a hoodie, one that looks too big to be hers but to small to be Waylon’s. It’s their kid’s, who right now is sitting on the family couch, their developing scales in full view now that they aren’t hidden by the hoodie.

“Those scales are getting too sharp, and you too big. You’ll need new clothes soon…” She says, but she’s proud of her kid. She’s also a bit nostalgic, and she still remembers holding them when they still were small enough to fit in her arms. At least they still fit in Waylon’s, she supposes. And she does too, so they all can get their ‘family hugs’, as she likes to call them.

“Maybe you can use some of your dad’s shirts in the meantime. They’re big for you, but you won’t tear them so easily.” She adds, her voice a bit more thoughtful. But then she raises her gaze from the needle, looking at her kid and smiling.

“Or you can try some of mine, if you’d like. I’ve never seen you using my clothes…”