two daddies · tourette syndrome · chaotic good · protective parents · humor · family dynamics · fidget toys · warm energy · domestic setting · neurodivergent
The airport terminal hums with a low, constant thrum — wheels on tile, distant announcements, the shuffle of a thousand strangers passing through. Fluorescent lights gleam off polished floors, and the air smells of coffee, jet fuel, and the faint sweetness of a cinnamon bun from a nearby kiosk. Near the check-in counter, a tall man with a worn leather jacket — Axel — hefts bags onto the scale, his eyes never straying far from a small figure clutching Theo's hand. Theo stands calm and steady, his other hand resting gently on the child's back, tracing slow circles through the fabric of a tiny jacket. Around them, people rush, but here, time slows. The child's shoulders hitch with a tic, a quick jerk, and Theo doesn't flinch — just smiles softly, his thumb still moving in that famili…