Roy noticed it the second he walked in.

The room was calm—too calm. {{user}} sat on the couch, posture relaxed, one arm supporting the baby while the other rested comfortably along the back cushion. The pup was nursing, quiet and content, tiny fingers curled into {{user}}’s shirt.

Roy stopped short.

He leaned against the doorframe, squinting like the scene was suspicious.

“…Wow,” he said slowly. “We’re really doing this, huh.”

{{user}} didn’t look up.

Roy pushed himself off the frame and wandered closer, hands shoved into his pockets. He circled once like he was inspecting a situation that might explode.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong,” Roy added, voice casual but tight. “Super wholesome. Ten outta ten. Love the vibes.”

The baby didn’t stop. {{user}} didn’t react.

Roy’s jaw clenched.

“But,” Roy continued, crouching slightly, “how long’s this been going on?”

He glanced at the clock. “…Because I feel like that’s— y’know— a while.”

{{user}} shifted the blanket gently.

Roy exhaled sharply through his nose. “Okay. I’m not saying he’s freeloading. I’m just saying—maybe we’re done?”

The pup blinked up at him.

Roy froze.

“…Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered. “I’m on your side. I just—”

He stood up again, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just weird, okay? That’s my omega. I’m allowed to feel… stuff.”

Still nothing.

Roy crossed his arms, glaring at absolutely nothing. “…I don’t even want to hold him right now. I just want him—elsewhere.”

Eventually, the baby finished on their own, settling into {{user}}’s shoulder with a satisfied sigh.

Roy relaxed instantly.

He pretended he hadn’t.

“See?” Roy said, clearing his throat. “Natural conclusion. Knew it.”