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George looked up blearily when a laugh sounded above him, loud in the empty changing room. Andy was stood in front of him where he was sat guarding the door of the toilet Owen was currently throwing up in, regarding him fondly. The flush sounded and George thunked his head back against the door as a knock. “Owen, love, your dad’s here.” The door opened inwards and George fell backwards with it. Owen smiled vaguely down at him before stepping over him to wash his hands and face in the sink. When he was done he gripped the sink and lifted his head slowly to meet his dad’s gaze in the mirror.
“You okay, son?” Andy asked, assessing him critically. Owen started to nod and then changed his mind giving a half shake of his head instead, before turning into his dad’s solid bulk. Andy enfolded him into a tight hug, tucking his head into the crook of his neck and cradling him gently.
Andy pulled away after a long moment and tenderly tilted Owen’s face up. He scrutinised him carefully, noting how Owen’s eyes slid involuntarily to the side and the slightly unfocused look in them. “Did a right number on yourself didn’t you, lad?” Andy huffed, chucking him gently under the chin.
Owen whined in response, pulling his face free to rebury it in his dad’s shoulder. Andy laughed at his childishness but hugged him close again. He looked over for George and rolled his eyes, turning Owen’s head gently so he could see his lover. Owen laughed at George, who was still lying where he’d fallen when Owen had opened the toilet door. “Too lazy to get up, Gee?”
“I’m tired,” George whined.
Andy laughed at him again, releasing his son and offering George a hand up. He hauled George to his feet but didn’t release him when George was steady. Instead he clamped a hand to his neck and gave him a gentle shake. “You played well, lad.”
George gave him a wan smile. “Your lot were better.”
“Well yes.” Andy grinned. “But through the whole tournament, you did good.”
George tried to protest but Andy gave him another shake to quiet him. “You did good,” he repeated “You can always play better, always find things to work on, but you played well George. Now you move on.”
George bit his lip looking down, and then nodded briefly, flashing Andy a glimpse of a smile. Owen curled around George, his arms creeping around his waist and hooking his chin over George’s shoulder to grin slightly loopily at his dad. “Listen to my dad Georgie, you’re a superstar.”
“Yeah, yeah.” George placated him, laughing slightly and leaning back into his chest. Owen’s arms tightened and he pressed a smacking kiss onto George’s cheek.
“You’re both superstars.” Andy laughed at them, rolling his eyes again and herding them back into the changing room proper. “But you’re also going to get left behind if you don’t get moving, and I have to get back to my boys. Ring your mother, Owen, before she worries too much.”
“Yes sir.” Owen grinned at his dad from his position still clinging to George, hampering George’s attempts to gather up their things.
Andy rolled his eyes once more but gave them one last smile as he left the room, satisfied Owen was okay.