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It’s the middle of the night when Kouryuu comes to him in tears. Up late working on another design, Jyoan stops what he’s doing without a second thought, motioning the child close to him. It’s unusual for Kouryuu to come to him, but he doesn’t waste time now climbing up into Jyoan’s lap.
“What happened? Did you have a nightmare?” Kouryuu buries his face in the thin chest as he nods. His breath hitches, body shaking in a quiet sob. Delicate hands find golden hair, smoothing the haphazard mess gently.
“You an’ dad disappeared, an’ I couldn’t find you anywhere, an’ it was dark and they started chasing me an’ I still couldn’t find you.” His words come in a rush, half jumbled and almost hard to follow.
“You’re fine. I’m right here.” The four year old is still small enough that he can move them to the couch, tiny hands fisting in his overly priced shirt. “Neither of us are going anywhere.”
Kouryuu chokes back another sob, burying his face in Jyoan’s neck. There’s a wet spot forming on his shirt, but he pays it no mind, rocking them both slowly and running fingers through Kouryuu’s hair. He shushes the child, humming a low tune when Kouryuu finally slows down enough to hear him.
Eventually, he sleeps, his hand never once leaving Jyoan. He is warm and calm, the lines of his face smoothing out into a rare peaceful expression. Jyoan knows he should take Kouryuu back to bed, but he seems content where he is. The deadline for the show is in two days, but he can spare a few more minutes, surely.
Houmei doesn’t say anything an hour later when he comes back in, quietly placing a blanket over their sleeping forms.