After taking the crying Noah from Young Aether's hands, Allen gently patted his son's back, rocking him with practised ease.
"Oh, oh... Daddy is here... Everything's okay."
The moment Noah looked into his father's face, his sobs melted away as if someone had flipped a switch. His watery eyes blinked twice before a tiny smile spread across his face. He sniffled, wiped away the remaining tears with his little fists, and wrapped both arms tightly around Allen's neck.
Young Aether stared at the heartwarming scene with a faint pout. He folded his arms, clicked his tongue, and let out a quiet snort before turning toward the house with all the dignity he could muster.
Then his steps abruptly froze.
His eyes twitched.
A familiar figure stood inside.
Without a second of hesitation, Young Aether instantly activated his visor.
Allen couldn't help laughing.
"Pfft..."
Jonathan simply shook his head.
"Still running from embarrassment, huh?"
