I already said this in Howlverse but please don't rp wanting to or killing a character in the comments. Please. I tried giving details and comments to show Ink wasn't the Bad guy and Error was just as much in the wrong but they were either overlooked or ignored. The absolute hate towards Ink even though his side of the story wasn't show goes to show how people follow the 'guilty until proven innocent' mindset nowadays, which is one of the few things that piss me off. I think people also forget this story is told in the perspective of a 6 year old. Somethings may be misinterpreted. I'm not trying to guilt anyone or nag at those who have made such comments but please, STOP DOING THIS IN MY BOOKS. Unless they are obviously the bad guy like the Dolphins in The Reef, please don't assume. (My Little One is the same. I'm a few chapters in and I already see hate towards the baby's parents even though I haven't indicated what had happened.)

Sorry for the rant.
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I wandered down the dark hall, sniffling slightly.

I tried to suck it up, but the tears kept flowing.

I approached the door.

I stopped there for a long moment as I debated with myself on whether this was a good idea or not.

We weren't allowed before. Papa didn't like it so....

But.... but I was already this far. I couldn't just turn back.

After a long moment a wiped my tears away the best I could and and gently opened the door.

Slowly and hesitantly I walked in.

I shuffled slowly towards the bed.

Hesitantly and softly I called out. "Dad?"

The blankets jerked and a head popped up, looking around in confusion.

He looked around before spotting me in the darkness. "Hm? What is it?"

I shifted a bit. Looking to the ground. "C-can I sleep with you tonight?"

Dad sighed softly. "No sweetheart, Papa....." he paused, head turning to the spot beside him.

After a moment he turned back to me.

"Come here." He lifted the blanket up.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, quickly crawled into bed and snuggled up to him.

He hugged me gently, rubbing my back as he wrapped us up.

We laid for a long while after.

"Dad?"

Dad hummed again. "Yes Pj."

"Are... Are you going to leave to?" I croaked. Tears welling up again.

Dad squeezed me a bit as he nuzzled my head. "No, sweetest. I'll never leave you. Never. U-Understand?" His words broke slightly.

I nodded jerkily into Dads chest. Hugging back as tightly as I can.

I squeeze my eyes shut to stop myself from crying. But I failed miserably.

"Dad? Pj?" Someone said

I turn my head towards the sudden voice.

Spilled stood in front of us holding his pillow.

"Can I join?" He asked dully.

Dad reopened the blanket and scooted us back a bit so Spilled would have enough room.

He slipped in and pressed his back against mine.

I hiccuped softly, turning and moving to hug my brother.

He growled slightly but didn't protest.

Then Dad pulled both of us into his arms.

I tilted my head to see a his tired expression.

"Dad."

He hummed softly.

"I won't leave you either." I croaked.

A look of surprise passed his face before tears pricked his own eyes.

"Thank you, Pj. I-"

"Will you two be quiet? I wanna sleep." Spilled interrupted. His emotionless eyes staring into us even with his snappy attitude.

I looked to Dad and he looked at me.

Even with our tear we began to laugh.

It's been so long.

I almost forgot what that felt like.