He had expected her to refuse it because it belonged to a lowlife like him, but instead, she reached for it. Their fingers grazed in the process, cool against cool, a fleeting contact that still made him tense. He quickly pulled his hand back, as though the touch had caught him off guard. Muttering a quiet thank you, she wiped at her eyes and cheeks.
"He's such a strange baby..." she remarked, turning to look at the child, who was now staring at them both with a blank, almost unimpressed expression. His small brows drew together slightly, as if offended at being placed on the bed like that, where he had nearly lost his balance and almost toppled back onto the mattress.
Angel gave a soft, displeased huff; he did not like being handled in such a way, and he turned his eyes toward Rav, the one who had handled him like that.
"Yes, he is," Rav agreed, his voice calm, though his gaze lingered on Evenly a moment longer than necessary before he turned them to the baby.
