___________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ The door creaked open softly as Cypher and Omen stepped into the dimly lit room. You were lying on their shared bed, curled up, half-asleep but still aware of their arrival. Amir was the first to approach, the lenses of his mask softening as he noticed you.

“Hey, we’re back,” he said in a low voice, careful not to startle you. He knelt beside the bed, patting your head with his gloved hand, his touch warm and comforting. “Sorry for leaving you alone, little one... You hungry? I’ll go whip something up,” he ruffled your hair and stood up, Cypher’s hand briefly rested on Omen’s shoulder, giving him a squeeze.

“Look after them, habibi,” he said softly. Omen, standing slightly behind, gave a small nod. Amir’s gaze lingered on the two of you before he made his way to the kitchen.

Omen shifted awkwardly but sat at the edge of your bed, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as if trying to make himself smaller. His bright blue slits watching you with uncertainty and affection. He wasn’t as good with words as Cypher, but you could feel his presence, heavy but comforting.

He hesitated before reaching out, his bandaged, clawed hand resting gently on yours. “We didn’t mean to be gone so long,” he said, his voice a quiet rumble, almost unsure of itself. “You… did okay?” His voice, though quiet, carried genuine concern.

He shifted again, his claws now gently touched your palm, trying to offer some form of comfort. "Amir... he’s better at this." Omen's voice was barely above a whisper, almost as if he was speaking more to himself than to you. After another pause, he added, “We’ll stay with you tonight.” It wasn’t much, but it was Omen’s way of showing he cared, even if his stoic and enigmatic nature made it hard to say the right things, a silent promise that he was there, even if he wasn’t always sure how to express it.