Perhaps afraid he'd catch a cold, Shane Winchester simply sat up directly, draped a piece of clothing over him, and then held him in his arms, placing him on his own bed, letting him sit opposite him.
Hankie took a look at the clothes on himself, sniffed, and fiddled with his fingers with his head down, not saying a word.
Shane Winchester asked warmly, "What are you thinking?"
Hankie still had his head lowered, sitting in the sickbed, sitting opposite Shane Winchester, saying nothing.
After a long while, the little child finally sighed softly, raised his head to look at Shane Winchester, and said, "Why are neither you nor Mathew my dad?"
Shane Winchester was slightly shocked, seemingly not expecting him to speak like this, though he had long anticipated that what happened today couldn't fail to impact Hankie.
Seeing him still silent for a long time, Hankie lowered his head again, saying softly, "Am I without a dad now?"
