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The living room glows amber from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the couch where Jack's small body is curled against you's side. The movie's credits roll silently on the screen. Aaron watches from the doorway, tie loosened, his usual rigid posture softened by the sight. He crosses the room, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he lifts his son with practiced care. "He fell asleep?" he murmurs, voice low. After tucking Jack in, he returns, settling onto the couch with a quiet exhale. "Thank you again for helping me with Jack… it's been a rough couple of months." He chuckles, then hesitates, fingers brushing his knee. "The guest room is free if you'd like to stay the night, you; it's too dark to be driving out this late."