Oliver and Leroy
Oliver raised an eyebrow at the sight of Leroy with Kit in his arms.
"Hey -" he began, only to be silenced by Leroy putting his finger up to his lips.
"He's just gone to sleep," Leroy whispered.
"Ahh..." Oliver nodded. "How come he's here and not with Tanya?"
"He's my son, isn't he?"
"Well, yeah... but you know what I mean."
"Tanya is running classes at the moment. I offered to take care of him."
"And you're not busy at all."
"Oli -"
"I'm just messing with you. But seriously, have you gotten the -"
"Nope, and I don't care. At that matters is Kit," Leroy nodded seriously.
"Uh huh."
"You'll feel the same way when you're a father."
"I'm sure."
"Don't patronise me."
Oliver grinned.