[Oh . . . son . . . small son . . . he beams at him for a moment, terribly pleased with the kiss. He remembers when he was a baby, small and soft and a little fussy, but so full of love. None of that love has faded over the subsequent years, but little shows of affection like this aren't always given so freely (because Haruno is seventeen, which means you can't just get smooches from your dad all the time, okay, sometimes it's embarrassing).
Anyway. He beams at him before setting him down, fingers combing through his hair to try and neaten it.]
Come on. Do you want some ice cream while I tell you my gossip?
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Anyway. He beams at him before setting him down, fingers combing through his hair to try and neaten it.]
Come on. Do you want some ice cream while I tell you my gossip?