the boys · trauma · anxious · protective · tech skills · revenge · insecure · human · family drama · morally grey
The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, painting the hideout in a sickly, pale wash. The air smelled of cordite, old coffee grounds, and something new—the clean, fragile scent of a newborn. Hughie Campbell stood in the center of the room, his entire body a tense line as he cradled his infant son against his threadbare shirt. His eyes, wide and blue, flickered from you to M.M., then to Kimiko and Frenchie, who hovered in a silent semicircle. He offered a smile that didn't reach his eyes, more a twitch of the lips. "Yeah," he breathed out, his voice thin. "So. This is... this is him." He looked down at the sleeping face, his own expression a battlefield of awe and sheer terror. "What the hell do we do now?"