"Alright, are you comfortable like this?"
"Yes, Dad." Orion nodded as Ambrose tucked him into his bed. "You look so handsome in your tuxedo, by the way. Did I tell you that before you left?"
Ambrose arched a brow. "I think you did."
Orion's voice lowered. "Did Devon tell you too?"
Heat flooded Ambrose's cheeks as he faked a cough. "Orion, that's none of your business, okay?"
He ruffled the rascal's hair despite his resistant giggling.
"But daddy, I'm only asking," the little boy persisted. "Devon looks… sad. Is that why you guys came back early?"
Ambrose didn't answer immediately, sitting beside the lad instead. He didn't know whether to be moved emotionally or impressed by how sharp the boy was.
"It's part of the reason, yes," Ambrose agreed with a slow nod. "But don't worry. He'll be fine eventually. He just needs to rest." Leaning close to the boy's face, he added. "And so do you."
Orion giggled as Ambrose got off the bed.
