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Essex leans back in his chair, staring blandly at the computer readouts. For a moment, he thought he'd had something. . . interesting. This was, he supposed, interesting, but not the way he'd hoped.
"Hmmm, how did he learn that? I'm the only one who. . ."
His musing is interupted by the entrance of a young child. Essex looks up from the readout. "Yes, Adam.?"
"Sir, it's late. You should go to bed." the child says, fidgeting a bit the way little boys are prone to do. Essex nods and stands, picking the child up.
"I suppose we should both go to bed, then." He notes, carrying the young boy to the lab. Though he looks fearsome, Essex tucks the child in gently, even giving him a pat on the head before turning the night light on and exiting.
"Hmmm, how did he learn that? I'm the only one who. . ."
His musing is interupted by the entrance of a young child. Essex looks up from the readout. "Yes, Adam.?"
"Sir, it's late. You should go to bed." the child says, fidgeting a bit the way little boys are prone to do. Essex nods and stands, picking the child up.
"I suppose we should both go to bed, then." He notes, carrying the young boy to the lab. Though he looks fearsome, Essex tucks the child in gently, even giving him a pat on the head before turning the night light on and exiting.