The lockdown had everyone tense, but Happy was quieter than usual, watching the room from his corner. His attention kept drifting back to them—his club brother’s younger sibling, brought in for safety, sitting alone at the bar and trying to look calm.

When another door slam made them flinch, Happy finally moved. He crossed the room without hurry, stopping beside them like he’d always meant to stand there. For a moment he just watched them, unreadable as ever, then spoke in that low, gravelly tone.

“You good?”

Simple, quiet—and a clear sign he’d decided they were his to look after.