The other man almost collapsed a few times before they finally made it into his room and he sank onto the bed, hissing when the mattress pressed against his worn bottom. He laid down awkwardly on half his side and half his back as he held the baby in his arms, too exhausted to move for a long few moments. Until the writhing of the infant roused him from his light rest,"I don't have anything for you buddy... I'm sorry."He murmured and rubbed the side of his face with his knuckle, though he did move to pull up his shirt with his free hand carefully. His fingers rubbed the space around his nipple and he looked actually embarrassed even after all he had been through already, his face turned red again and he looked ready to cry. Though he was too tired and simply sniffled and wiped his eyes on the pillow beneath his head,"I'm not ready for this... I don't have anything for him, no blanlets... Food..."He scoffed sadly,"What type of father can I be?"
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