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Scott loved his dads, more than almost anything. They were lovely. They got angry sometimes, but they’d never yell at him or Alex. They’d never blame him for something that wasn’t his fault. They made them breakfast and gave them hugs, and they listened whenever Alex or Scott were scared. They didn’t hit them, or shout, or hurt him if he had an accident.
He loved Alex more, of course, because his big brother had always been there for him. But he was happy. He told that to the careworker on her visits, and she seemed to be happy with how they were doing.
Charles let Scott help with cooking sometimes, letting him squish the dough of biscuits between his fingers and sneak chocolate chips and marshmallows from the bag, and Erik helped him to read and made him a cane that he could use to work out the world around him.
Scott thought that Alex felt better as well. For as long as Scott could remember, Alex had been angry, even when he’d loved Scott a lot. But he seemed to be happier. Charles had given him somewhere to practice with his powers (Alex let Scott practice there sometimes, because he was the best brother ever), and Erik had taught Alex how to punch people without hurting his hand, and he seemed to laugh more now.
He wanted to stay with his dads, more than anything.
You can, Charles promised, every time he got scared. But he felt scared less now that he was here, with a family which loved him and helped him to feel safe. He was learning to read, and his Aunties Irene and Raven were always really nice to him.
He’d never thought he’d have a home. But he did.