Hushed Willows Dads leave. No reason to be a pussy about it.

Stark watched them, smiling as Tambourine immediately nuzzled into his mother. He settled down, sitting to watch the pair as the puppy fed and then fell asleep. Stark offered a small smile to Octavia, letting his head rest on his paws and for a moment was pleased to just be present. It was an odd sensation, but he'd noticed the lack of excitement to her voice, the flat nature to her tone. If she wanted to talk he was there, he'd be happy to support her needs - but only if she wanted it.