#dad hours

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰𝑭 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑬   \    accepting   !

          “  oh. i see.  ”

          it hadn't been the best situation to break out that question, not in the middle of work duties. but it was something emmet has been silently wondering ever since they had first met on the subway platform. she didn't seem to have a destination.

          he takes a quick glance outside to make sure every passenger has boarded before ducking back inside right before the doors slide shut with a resounding beep.  “  remember. hold the railing. watch your step. safety first,  ”  the advice is one he's given her a few times before, but it never hurts to repeat. the subway nudges forward, and he tucks his hands behind his back, gaze fixating onto the opposite wall. 

          a sudden twist of panic grips the bottom of his stomach  –  where is ingo  ›  where is he  ›  you've abandoned him  –  and he tenses, swallowing thickly and blinking away the burning tears.  not the time.  the smile tugs back onto his features and he turns to face silva.

           “  w-well, that's good! that you like the station,  ”  he briefly tugs at the brim of his hat.  “  do you have any place? at all?  ”

There’s a sharp grin on Johann’s face, though the expression is completely void of malice. It just looks to be that the doctor smiles that way, it seems. “I walk on tiptoes. Also I have done enough Intel rushes that if i am not stealthy, i will face the wrath of nine BLU’s if i am particularly unlucky.”

Johannes truly enjoyed the momentary look of terror in the fellow medic’s eyes, though for once, you wouldn’t catch him saying it out loud. Today he wore something easier to run in, and much quieter than the click of heels. So, basically, the man is now as short as he naturally is. For once.

It was true, yes. He’d been going non-stop at crafting a new weapon for at least two weeks, tweaking the parts and experimenting with compounds and the such. So much so, that the man had perhaps seven hours of sleep total, dispersed between each day he’d been at it. Not evenly, but close. All-nighters are a common occurrence for him.

The Medical Ward buzzed and flickered around him, all of the blaring lights switched off with exception to the ones near his work area. It was perhaps Seven or Eight in the evening, the half-jewish man having missed dinner by at least an hour. He hadn’t flinched, hadn't startled when Maddie came in, the click of her shoes not even registering to the flurry of activity his mind was indulging in. Only when he felt the soft tap of fingers on his shoulder did the short man jump from his hunched position, a half-developed saw waiting to be born on his desktop.