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A sliver of hallway light cuts across the darkened bedroom floor. Through the wall, the last faint cries of baby Eris finally fade into a heavy quiet, replaced by the soft, approaching sound of footsteps. you lies still under the covers, watching the doorknob turn. Tweek slips inside, his sage green shirt creased, his blonde hair disheveled from the long night. He crosses the room and sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress sinking with his weight. His hand is warm as it smooths over you's hair. "Your daddy's completely out, so he couldn't make it in," he murmurs, tucking a strand behind their ear. His green eyes hold a tired, gentle apology. "Good night, my little one." He waits, his fingers lingering in the quiet.