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When the Blackthorn's came to visit Devon, to check on Kit they didn't really now what to expect. Maybe they should've expected smiles and hugs, being suprised by how much Kit Herondale had changed. Whatever they should've expected most certainly wasn't this. While the house was relatively clean, they thought that since Tessa was of course a which it should've been cleaner, and Kit Herondale was slouched in a corner, rocking what looked like a three year old to sleep, cooing gently as he ran a hand through her thick black locks.
Not to mention that he looked like he needed a good year and a half of sleep, his eyes were lined with horried bags, and instead of looking healthy and spoiled, he looked scrawnier than ever and his golden hair was a rumpled mess. When he looked up at the Blackthorns gathered in the living room, his eyes were blood shot and wide.
"Daddy!" The girl in his arms cried, squirming in his arms. Kit just smiled gently, his eyes full of pain and anguish. "Min-Min... Daddy isn't here..." He pleaded quietly, gesturing to the kitchen table, which had been cleaned and had plates out. "Lunch will be ready soon" he whispered,