Luciano stood, brushing his hand once more over Victor's hair—a gesture so gentle it made the boy's eyes well up again. "Rest now," he said softly. "I'll be nearby if you need anything."
Victor nodded, already sinking deeper into the cushions, exhaustion pulling at him like a riptide.
Luciano turned to Matteo and Felix, who had been hovering near the doorway, giving space but staying close. "You two should go home," he said, voice quiet but firm. "It's been a long day. Victor will be safe here."
Matteo opened his mouth to protest—Felix could see it in the set of his shoulders, the way his eyes flicked back to Victor's sleeping form.
But Luciano raised a hand.
"I'll stay with him tonight," the older man said. "And I'm calling Jianyu. Victor trusts him."
That seemed to ease something in Matteo's expression. He nodded slowly. "If anything changes—"
"You'll be the first call." Luciano's hand landed briefly on his son's shoulder. "Go. Take care of Felix. He's had a long day too."
