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[a-lil-perspective]

Crosshair never wants to let his wife or baby out of his sight ever okay in the few months after Asher is born he never goes anywhere without them (he never goes anywhere, really. The hermit.). They are always together. Deep down he’s so fearful of being absent and letting something happen to them. He swears he’ll always keep his family safe.

But then, there are times, when he starts to come to - ergo, relax - and will tentatively run errands by himself as he and Heartfire fall into a more comfortable rhythm with the new baby.

But his heart aches when he’s away.

Even though it’s just a quick trip into town - “I’ll be back by lunch,” he murmurs in her ear as Ash sleeps soundly on her chest - he can’t shake the heavy feeling. Even though her rifle’s propped up by the door, and the look in her eyes radiates nothing but serene confidence in her own ability to keep their child safe. Crosshair tells himself they’ll be alright. He trusts her. She trusts him. They’ve got a singular goal in mind. They’ve got each other.

He kisses her cheek, and then leans down and plants a kiss to Asher, cradling his tiny head.