Anonymous said: "Daaaaaaaaaddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Open the door! It's really really really cold out hereeeeeeeeeeeeeeee- come on I came from like- eight hundred years from now after messing up. Please?" A certain redhead sighed as she sank to the ground, hugging her knees to wait with a pout. Clothes tattered from fighting, she'd taken care of some loose ends. Now. She wasn't going to leave ever. Again.
After a moment, Brent had peeled himself from the closet to actually make it to the front door. He opened without question so the little redhead could come in.
She giggled- then noticed….. Hitching… “Daddy, are you sick? Should I go getcha meds- or what about water- I can go to the river!” She looked up at him sincerely- standing on her tip toes to try and get nose to nose with him.
He blinked a little more, hand going up to wipe dried tears off his eyes. “…Nah… I’m not sick. …Just sad…. But now I’m happy. …My lil girl’s back.” He gave a small smile, gently holding her to him.