Drystan blinked when the two resurfaced, exchanging the same surly look Terry was giving him right now. It still surprised him, to think back to the tiny little sixth year Noah Boot as a doting father, even if he skipped all the other parts along the way. Then it occurred to Drystan, as Stephen lightly butted his head against Drystan's neck, that he and Noah had once again found themselves in similar positions. Such as waking up one day to discover they'd become parents.
All the more proof that he'd chosen the right person to accompany him today—even if he was a rather poor sport at time-telling.
"Oh, that's not important," he said, with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Shall we?"
And turned on his heel and went.
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