[1/2] Ganger's sitting in the kitchen, biting his nails, quietly crying. Sometimes he sobs louder, than he wanted, so he looks if someone isn't around. When he's almost calm, he suddenly starts crying again, even harder. "What's wrong?" he hears a bit drunk-like voice. The only one, who sounds like this, even when he's sober, is Victory. "Why are you here?" Ganger whispers in a shaky voice, pointlessly wiping his tears with palms. "Natural born insomniac," Victory laughs. "Now, what's wrong?"
[2/2] “Since when do you care?” Ganger looks him straight in the eye. Victory sighs. “Look, I know I’ve been rude to you, and I’m really, really sorry. Can’t we start again?” “Okay,” Ganger nods. “Now tell me, ‘kay?” Vic kisses his forehead. “What if I can’t protect him? What if one day I won’t be strong or fast enough? What if he hurts himself and-and-” Ganger cries again and Victory holds him close, petting his hair.
[2/2+1] “Tennytoo boy, eh?” Vic whispers. “Listen, I know how worried you are; I can see it in your eyes, every single day. But listen, I bet you can protect him better that anyone else in this freakin’ universe, you hear me? As long as you are with him, he’s happy and protected. Do you understand?” Ganger sobs, smiles and nods. “Great. Now rush into the bed to him and guard him, you hear me?” and Ganger does what he’s told. (aka Victory has some soft spots, too :)).