Fat Gum ducked slightly through the doorway, hoodie stretched across his wide frame as he scanned the room with warm golden eyes. The air shifted the moment he arrived — not intimidating, but comforting, like a big padded barrier dropping into place.

“Oi!” he called, grin spreading as he lifted a hand in an easy wave. “Didn’t mean to crowd the place. Just figured I’d check in, make sure everything’s alright.”

He stepped closer, gentle for a man his size, presence solid and steady. “If you’re having a rough day,” he added with a soft chuckle, “I’ve got time. And snacks. Always snacks.”