MHA #8, Monday Morning

It had been an odd weekend. Odd in a better way, or at least a less painful one, than last weekend had been but still odd. This weekend hadn't involved any barfights or subsequent trips to the pond, for one thing. It had just mostly involved watching out for a much younger than usual friend while Faye tended to Grogu, and then meeting a very unusual version of Din.

Stark had left Liam asleep and curled up on the couch last night, eventually. Maybe the frappucino hadn't been the wisest choice but Stark was inclined to indulge children, especially temporary ones, when he was able to do so.

He was hoping that Liam would be back to his usual self this morning. These things usually ended with the weekend but not always. If Liam was still a tinier version of himself Stark would deal with that. He was fairly certain Liam would do the same for him if the situation had been reversed.

"Liam?" he called out softly as he walked out of his bedroom.


[For the no-longer-tiny guy on the couch! If you have a reason to also show up? Go for it.]