72 Danny's POV
I was bouncing Buzz on my hip for most of Tom's therapy session, hoping that he'd remain calm and not start crying, calling out for his dad. The poor boy wanted him so much, being separated from him, especially after the last couple of weeks, was not doing him any good whatsoever.
"We should ask Natasha at the end of the session, about giving them more time together." We had to do something, at least get some advice. We were all in agreement that Buzz needed Tom, more than anything else, and that meant that he needed to actually spend time with him. But at the same time, we couldn't force them together, not when Tom was going through such a horrible time. He needed space, to figure things out, and to heal.
But he also needed his son. And his son needed him. We could only do so much, and we certainly couldn't replace Tom. At least Tom was still feeding Buzz, and putting him to bed, things like that. So there was some interaction. On the whole though, Buzz needed to see that his dad was alright, and Tom needed to be distracted. Or have a few happy moments, to see that life wasn't just being abused and the after effects of it.
"May be an idea, though what she'll say about it is another matter." Harry sighed, running a hand over Buzz's hair, making it stick up on ends. Dougie flattened it afterwards.
"Hopefully something that will at least encourage Tom to spend time with Buzz, without pushing too much responsibility onto him." I really wanted him to reassure Buzz, and comfort him so the baby knew everything was going to be okay. But at the same time, I really didn't want to screw him up more, or give him some sort of extra problem to think about, when he needed to recover.
If he was having a hard time keeping all his emotions in, and was breaking down just because I asked him to join in with a game, then how would he react to Buzz? It wasn't like Buzz understood what was going on, or how to treat Tom right now, he was only a baby, and he would do baby things, as he should have. It was such a hard situation to balance - give the baby what he desperately needed, or give Tom space to heal, like he desperately needed?
"At the least, Natasha should be able to give him some support. Maybe get him to release some of this build up emotion, or talk through whatever he needs." Harry sighed again, "She'll help somehow." The words 'she has to' were unsaid, but we all heard them.
Luckily for us, Buzz was reasonably well behaved for Tom's therapy, only starting to fuss at the end, asking for Tom and reaching for the door. I managed to keep him from creating too much of a fuss, just about, and handed him over to Tom when the door opened. Tom accepted him, at least looking like he was slightly more in the room than he had been this morning.
"Dada!" Buzz clung on happily, burying his head in Tom's shoulder, tiny fists holding onto his shirt.
"I think he'll be getting hungry soon, why don't you go down to the canteen and get him something to eat?" Natasha nudged Tom gently, smiling at the baby. Not that he noticed, too busy snuggled up with Tom, like he was absolutely desperate for his attention. I could understand why, we all could really. He needed his dad, more than anyone. To not have him must have been incredibly scary to a young boy.
"I, er, yeah. I'll, I'll go feed him." Tom left, which was slightly surprising, considering. We usually didn't let Tom out of our sight, and on a day like today, that was doubly so. Of course, space was important, but at the same time, we had to keep an eye on him, just in case. In case of what, we didn't know, but it was still a precaution we had to take.
"He won't go far, just down to the canteen, don't worry about him." Natasha must have noticed our worry, "Now, I think we need to have a quick talk." She smiled kindly, ushering us inside.