"Nathan?" Simon looked curiously at Nathan as the taller man stroked the toddler's hair that was settled in his lap.
"Hm?" The immortal looked up from the TV. "Oh, you two are back."
"Alisha says if you're staying the night then to just stay in Holly's bed with her, you know how she gets when she wakes up." Simon leaned against the doorframe.
"Will do." Standing the younger looking man took the child into his arms turning of the TV with his other hand. "Holly really likes to tear the heads off her dolls." Nathan motioned to the pile of beheaded dolls on the floor. "Think that's odd?"
"Her therapist said it's a stage and not to worry about it." Simon ruffled his daughters hair and went off to bed, leaving Nathan with his daughter.
"Come on Holly. Off to bed we go." Nathan sauntered tiredly to the tiny bed, curling up with his godchild.
