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He felt like he couldn't move now. His legs had turned to spaghetti the moment he'd lay down. Why did this happen? Why couldn't things have been different in so very many ways? So many things he'd wanted, small goals, gone. He hadn't noticed Finin's approach at all, too absorbed in the moment, but the yell and the sudden presence of the boy up against him broke him out of that, turning to blink at him blearily.

He had practiced smiling a lot. But now even pretending was hard to do, his voice wavering as he tried to put on a more normal face for his son, What are you doing out here? You should be back with your mom all nice and tucked in and asleep. He tried. No monsters. You're ok. Mal leaned over, turning to nuzzle Finin, keeping him close. He was torn -- comfort his son, focus on him, versus staying near Cupid and worrying about his eldest son. Oh god he was dreading that whole conversation. He didn't even know what to say to Finin -- it would all be so scary, wouldn't it? He wished he hadn't been crying, that he'd heard the boy coming -- My friend, he -- He was having issues finishing the sentence, but that was when a voice cut in, 'Mal?'

Cam had just showed up and there he was, he'd missed the approach entirely, but then again the world beyond a few feet didn't matter too much to Mal right now, He-- he needs to get home. I need to find Caerus. Did Cam have any answers? Did could he help? He needed to get Finin home, see if he could clean up Cupid a little, find Caerus -- he couldn't think much beyond that. He looked back to Cupid, trying to smooth out some of his fur a moment before looking back to Finin. He still couldn't move.