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The small glances Hunter kept throwing him didn't go unnoticed, of course they didn't. He wasn't even trying to hide them much. Crosshair growled.
"Stop looking at me like that!"
"Like what?" Hunter feigned innocence, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye again.
"Like that!"
"I have no idea what you mean." There it was again!
"You know exactly what I mean."
"No."
"Stop it!"
"Make me!"
"I can't!" Crosshair huffed in frustration, looking down at Tech, Echo and Wrecker, snuggled up to his left and right and sleeping peacefully, effectively trapping him, and of course Omega. She had started this impromptu cuddle pile by climbing into his lap, settling her head on his chest and falling asleep. And now she was drooling on him.
Hunter smirked and turned to face him. "I know."
He kept watching them and Crosshair focused back on what he was reading, trying and failing to lift the datapad higher to block out Hunter. He didn't want to disturb Tech who was resting against his arm, nor did he want to disturb Omega who he was securely holding with his other arm.
"You like her," Hunter said after a moment and Crosshair shot him a glare, swearing he wouldn’t answer Hunter. He failed.
“I do not .”
“Mhm.” The grin was noticeable in his voice. “Sure.”
“I'll kill you,” Crosshair threatened.
“You can't.”
“Once I get out of this cuddle pile I will!”
Hunter only snickered and, fortunately, left the room.
The moment he was out of earshot, Crosshair sighed, lowered his datapad and looked at the sleeping kid in his arms. He did not like her. Nope. And he would keep denying it towards Hunter forever. After all the time he had made fun of Hunter for wanting to adopt every kid they came across, he couldn’t go soft now.
His eyes traveled to a loose strand of hair, and he gently tucked it out of Omega's face, not even trying to hide the smile when she snuggled closer.
When he looked up, Hunter stood in the doorway, two mugs of something steaming - hopefully caf - in his hand and a fond smile on his face. He opened his mouth to say something and Crosshair, who really didn’t want to hear it, threw his datapad.
Hunter ducked under it out of reflex.
“What was that for?!”
“You know exactly for what!” Crosshair complained and attempted to stare Hunter down. It didn’t work. The other only shook his head, still with a smile on his face, picked up the datapad - unscathed except for some chipped paint - and walked over to sit down as close as possible, with Echo and Tech in the way. He handed Crosshair one of the mugs, that he begrudgingly accepted and which turned out to be kriffing tea. Still, he settled down, shifting so he could hook one of his legs over Hunter’s.
A comfortable silence settled in and Crosshair sipped his tea, allowing himself to relax. When Omega stirred, Crosshair adjusted his grip so she wouldn’t slip out of it.
She blinked at him, still mostly asleep.
“Cross?”
“Yeah?”
“Love you.”
“I love you, too. Go back to sleep, kid.”
“Okay.”
She yawned and snuggled against him again, immediately drooling on him again. Crosshair made a soft, disgusted noise, trying to avoid looking in Hunter’s direction. When he couldn’t, the loving smile on Hunter’s face almost made him choke.
“Shut up,” he muttered, pointedly closing his eyes and trying to ignore the way his cheeks heat up.