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The curtains flutter somewhere above his head as he stacks the colorful blocks.
The toddler has jam splattered across one cheek, his dark hair sticking up in odd directions, brows scrunched in concentration, his whole world reduced to the soft, colorful blocks he had in front of him.
The air is roasted a faint, golden-brown, the sweet smell of pancakes drifting through the open door.
"*Remus*."
"I got it-- wait, no, nevermind--"
There's a sudden CRASH, startling the child, who starts to wail.
There's a minute's delay, and then Patton darts into the room towards the child, picking him up to cradle him in his arms, murmuring faint consolations. "Shh, honey, it's okay. Rem just dropped his coffeemaker. You're okay."
The toddler calms almost immediately, pulling at Patton's hair and reaching for his glasses, giggling.
Patton smiles, leaning his head away, his voice sterner. "Not the glasses, kiddo."
The toddler's little fingers loop through the glasses frame immediately, ripping it off his face with a bubbling laugh.
There are footsteps, and Remus at the door. "Is he okay?"
"Yes--" Patton says distractedly, trying to grab his glasses, which were being waved every which way amongst bell-like giggles.