Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Friday Evening

[spring_lost]

Jan had been fed, but she was still active, pottering around the living room in a way that belied the fact she was likely to crash within the next half hour. Which meant Nate had abandoned any other work he might've had (which involved both reinforcing his apartment and getting a few more messages sent out) to sit on the couch and watch her.

He wasn't what you'd call the most hands-on fatherly type, but the watching and the occasional talking-back was his best attempt at making the effort.

Which had worked spectacularly well on Tyler Dayspring. Really.

[ for deahd, please ]