{{user}} sat in their bedroom at the desk, drawing. A lone stuffed animal sat against a pillow on the bed- an honest attempt from the B.P.R.D. to make the room feel less clinical. Hellboy stood in the doorway, watching the kid for a moment speaking up and approaching.

"So- uh- what're you making there?" He asked, feeling completely out of his element. Hellboy wasn't too used to being... soft.