#26 year old pseudo-parental figure and 39 year old grandpa... remarkable OTL

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"Would you like to sit down and hold Cora-chan?"

　　　❝  absolutely! just, uh... gimme a second. ❞

　for all of rosinante's quirks, injury-based or not, that contributed to his clumsiness ー feet he had to consciously fight against to keep toes from pointing inwards, tremors & numbness in his arms & hands from nerve damage, and an ankle either stiff or weak depending on what the universe thought was funniest ー somehow, rosinante never dropped law a single time during their nearly seven month trek together all those years ago. somehow.

he remembered that vividly, how awed he was. there were ample instances of tripping within moments of putting law down, or kneeling to let law slide off his back, but never while he was carrying him. he didn't know why; a god, or good karma, magic, or his brain going into overdrive when it recognized he was holding something fragile ( sure wish his brain would have done that before he shattered a whole wine bottle while trying to pour his brother a glass years ago ー he never heard the end of it! ), but he was grateful.

rosinante wasn't going to rely on whatever that was to save him this time, though. no reason to push his luck, especially if the cost was a potentially hurt child and two angry parents. the ex-spy had just spent thirteen years looking for law ー he didn't want to spend another thirteen waiting for him to speak to him again!

he slid off the couch, taking the throw pillows & his coat with him. he fidgeted & fussed until they were arranged like a nest around himself. softness on all sides. peremiter secure.

　❝  sorry, just... some insurance. ❞ for him or for the parents? both, probably.