Raph casts the room with one more withering glare before following the pair out of the room and into the hallway. The only sound comes from the bedroom door as he clicks it closed behind him.
Sometime soon the Triplets are going to have culturally equivalent rooms, and it breaks Raph's heart a little. Kids shouldn't be allowed to grow up, is his new stance. And it's from this new place of understanding that Raph catches Stiles' expression.
"It's the kid's dad, Grace," he reminds her. "No one needs to think 'bout that."
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18/8/15 19:02 (UTC)Sometime soon the Triplets are going to have culturally equivalent rooms, and it breaks Raph's heart a little.
Kids shouldn't be allowed to grow up, is his new stance. And it's from this new place of understanding that Raph catches Stiles' expression.
"It's the kid's dad, Grace," he reminds her. "No one needs to think 'bout that."
He turns his attention back to Stiles.
"Just you an' your dad?"