[The thump of the little body against his side and chest is a little piece of heaven, warm and alive and real and Shiro feels the tension that never really leaves, the tightness in his chest, ease, just a little. Shiro's not sure how he would have survived when he lost his wife, if it hadn't been for their son.
He knows he's supposed to be 'sleeping' - but he hums low in his chest, a long thrumming sound and, good arm free, he can finally wrap it around and over his son's small body, fingers rubbing gentle circles against that little back. He keeps his eyes closed though. Just in case Lance needs the extra incentive to stay put.]
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He knows he's supposed to be 'sleeping' - but he hums low in his chest, a long thrumming sound and, good arm free, he can finally wrap it around and over his son's small body, fingers rubbing gentle circles against that little back. He keeps his eyes closed though. Just in case Lance needs the extra incentive to stay put.]