#catch me clearing out all my old drafts from a month ago this weekend kahsla

[lindsohalloran]

❝ mmh, ❞ lindsay hums his agreement to a suggestion well-received with a short nod as he continues to hold the door to the apartment open long enough for the older man to exit, following close behind him and taking care to shut the door quietly behind him as he steps into the hall. the longer he can allow maisie uninterrupted rest, the better. once the door is closed, lindsay turns to better face the man, giving him a swift and subtle once-over before his gaze settles on a friendly ( lindsay assumes in an attempt to appear disarming ) visage. ❝ i thank yae for that ― she needs the sleep. ❞

a quiet sigh escapes him at the question and his shoulders lift in a half-shrug. ❝ i cannae say, ❞ lindsay admits. ❝ the antibiotics seem to be helping― ❞ another fact for which he finds himself inexplicably indebted, ❝ ―but i'll be honest wi' ye, sir, i'm ... this is uncharted territory for me. ❞ he's new to guardianship, to parenthood ; only just truly beginning to learn to accommodate her grief. when it comes to her physical health, beyond the realm of immediate injury and first aid, the ex-scotsguard feels out of his depth. ( he's not drowning. he's not drowning. ) he nods at the introduction, files the information away. ❝ yer generosity is more than we ever could've anticipated, tobias. ❞

the question is simple enough, and given all that the older man has provided them, lindsay feels inclined to offer an honest answer. ❝ we are, aye ― i've been here just over a year now, come stateside last february. ❞ he doesn't mention what prompted the transplant of his entire life overseas. honesty does not need equate to total transparency. ❝ but maisie, bless her wee heart, born and raised right here. i'd argue the wean knows the city better'n i do, she does. ❞

"Hi-di-ho neighborino." Grinning nearly ear to ear at his own little pop-culture reference, Tobias thanked the man as he stepped around him, offering a silent but bashful apology at the sight of the sleeping child. "Maybe we should speak out in the hallway." Voice just barely above a loud whisper, he motioned with his head for them to step outside.

"How is she doing? I'll send Val up later to look at her again now that you're quarantine is over." Thankfully they had a small amount of antibiotics left and he wouldn't hesitate to have them given to save a child. "Tobias Wexley Senior. Though most just call me Tobias, or Mr. W, which ever suits your fancy."

Chuckling a little, his chin nodded toward the apartment. "I hope it's suiting you well, I know it's quite a change from what you must have gone through out there. Are you from New York? I mean... obviously not originally," His accent made that obvious. "..At the time of the outbreak?"