sighs same

they’re basically sighing in unison

holds out a strong alcoholic drink for @BLACKMCSK he wants to get drunk with him

good. come here and give him a kiss then. he would like kisses

'rommmmmy baby.' hes tipsy

he's holding a bottle of alcohol in his hand. "care for a drink? for old times sake?" it wont be *a* drink, theyll be having a lot

|| me vs coming back to teddy just to annoy skye

"why would i kill you when i could drink with you?" there was the biggest shit eating grin on his lips as he wiggled the bottle. "i remembered your favourite, a deliciously flavoured gin--"

nope. he’s putting a hand on his jaw and wiping it off himself. jonathan completely missed the spot anyway

don’t worry, he’s about to shove a tissue up it to stop the bleeding. “who did you try and take on this time—?”

he’s here—! no need to bow

“i am being gentle. and it does. i want to know who’s trying to hurt you. both because i don’t want them to hurt you and because they’re probably in my territory—“

“i’ll stop worrying about you when you stop coming here with a broken nose—“

oh and he’s seething. “oh i hate him. i hate him so much, mister clown prince of crime.” he was one of the few criminals that was untouchable to teddy and he didn’t like it

he wants to throw a tantrum, got that trait from roman. but he was also aware of the injured jonathan on his couch. “are you hurt anywhere else—?”

“i won’t throw a tantrum!” lies “i want to know to make sure you’re getting cared for.” he made. grumpy sound as he took a seat next to jonathan, he’d do his best not to let him fall asleep

“not always—! perhaps i shall order us some lunch, does italian sound good—?” he asked, glancing over at him, trhing not to be to grumpy at the talk of his tantrums.

teddy took a moment to order them some food which would arrive soon, before settling next to jonathan. “are you going to tell me where else you’re hurt now—?”

he gently wrapped an arm around him with a gentle smile. “i’m going to wrap you in bubble wrap, or keep you on house arrest, you seem to get hurt every time you leave—“

“sure— wait. daughter—?” he let jonathan clamber into his lap as he wrapped his arms around him, feeling as if letting him go would result in him getting hurt again.