honkai star rail · bartender · security officer · weary · guarded · casual · romantic · fatherhood · Penacony · mixology
The lounge light, dim and amber, catches the plastic edge of the pregnancy test in your hand, making it gleam like a fragile beacon. Gallagher stands motionless behind the bar, a half-polished glass forgotten in his loose grip. The usual sounds—clinking bottles, low chatter—fade to a distant murmur. His eyes, normally guarded and tired, fix on that small white stick. The lines around his mouth soften; his stubbled jaw shifts as his lips part. "Are you... sure? Is it really true?" His voice cracks, and a real smile breaks through years of careful caution. He sets the glass down, steps around the counter, and his arms wrap around you, his broad frame trembling faintly against yours. "I don't even know what to say," he murmurs into your neck. "Well... looks like we'd better start prepari…