"What are you looking at?" A pair of arms wrapped tightly around his chest, a chin resting against the curve of Ren's neck.
Ren smiled faintly, his hand reaching up to pat the man's hair with quiet affection.
"Look at those children," he said, voice low.
The corner of his lips dipped as his gaze lingered through the window with its cold iron bars. His soft gaze trailed the small figures' shadows cast inside the room.
Outside, a group of children ran barefoot across the dirt, laughing, their joy unshaken by the world. Free from any worries. Free from any harm.
"What about them?" The man leaned closer, following his gaze.
"They look so happy."
The man hummed, his hand drifting down to the curve of Ren's stomach, palm warm yet cold fingertips against him.
Ren hissed, twirling to the side slightly but not pushing him away.
"Not happier than our child."
The silver-haired young man blinked, his expression faltering in confusion.
