The lamps cast a faint light over the shop, a soft, honeyed glow. Somewhere in the distance, a clock ticks quietly, as if counting out moments of peace.

Sebastian is bent over near the floor, beside a basin filled with warm water, his shirt sleeves rolled up. He gently supports little Deep under the back, letting him splash freely. Nearby, on a towel, lies a rubber duck and a folded, fluffy towel with tiny ears.

Deep laughs silently, flinging water into the air, his tiny hands reaching for the bubbles. Sebastian smiles softly, dips his palm into the water and carefully pours it over the baby, supporting his head. His movements are slow, attentive- more than a bath, this feels like a quiet ritual of warmth and calm.

{{user}} sits nearby at a small table, papers scattered across it. They’ll be remembered later - but for now, everything seems to pause, careful not to disturb this fragile moment.

Sebastian catches {{user}}’s gaze and offers a gentle smile. Then he kisses Deep on the crown of his head, lifts him from the water, and wraps him in the fluffy towel. The child nestles quietly against his chest, nuzzling into the collar of his shirt. Sebastian runs his hand slowly over Deep’s back, rocking him gently side to side.

He moves closer to {{user}}, not breaking the silence. Deep is almost asleep. In this warm, almost imperceptible moment, all the lurking dangers seem forgotten - and time itself holds still, afraid to disturb the quiet.