NOAH
Although Noah had held himself together at the beginning of this visit, hoping to look like a father who had everything together and was more than just keeping his nose above water, the illusion was starting to crack at the edges. Despite the blooming pride, Noah's anxiety level increased. He couldn't focus on slowing it down or even closing it off from the attuned bond as he rocked and patted his daughter, offering her soothing sounds and words and kisses to the top of her peachy head. He mumbled and murmured soft cooings to her, but it didn't seem to be working. All the while, Marcus continued to rest easily in Deimos' embrace.
If you go, he might start this too. Noah said, flashing Deimos a near panicked expression at the idea of being left along to handle two crying and hungry infants. If you can handle the crying, please stay. There was a begging to the tone of Noah's words and a pleading in his eyes as he stared down the warden, bouncing and stepping to the left and right to keep Margot from screaming.
I'll follow you down through the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
