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“Let’s say we put the kid to bed?” Tyrian’s cackle echoed throughout the tundra.
The cold realization of what was really going on shot through Qrow like a bolt of lightning. He locked eyes with Clover and saw the other man’s turquoise eyes widen in astonishment. Clover saw everything he needed to in his partner’s eyes and, swallowing, he nodded.
“Fuck!” Qrow exclaimed. “We forgot to put Oscar to sleep! We’re horrible parents!”
“It’ll be okay!” Clover reassured him. “We can still make it!”
Tyrian hissed loudly, turning to Clover. His prosthetic tail raised menacingly but Qrow shifted Harbinger into its gun form and shot Tyrian in the head. Clover flashed his partner a relieved smile.
“Thanks.” He said. “Now, let’s go check on our son.” The two headed back to Atlas.