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Caliban chuckled at that, pleased to see that at Cherry was at least looking at the positives. "That's true," he offered the strawberry-blond a reassuring smile. "Besides, if you need any help after the surgery you know we'll be here for you to help with anything." Honestly, Caliban felt reassured at Cherry's words. Having developed a connection to the omegas he was sharing quarters with, he wouldn't want to see anything happen to any of them. "You'll make a great parent, Cherry," Caliban told him earnestly.

Seeming to preen with pride at that, Caliban reached over to take a piece for himself, pausing for a moment before dipping the cinnamon bun into his coffee with a shrug as he stuck it in his mouth. "It's not bad," he agreed after chewing and swallowing. Sighing, Caliban looked down at the rest of his cinnamon bun. "Though now that I think about it, coffee cake probably would have been better. Ah well, maybe tomorrow." He shrugged again as he ripped off another piece of the bun, dipping it in his coffee once again before eating it.

A grimace appeared on his lips at Cherry's words, shaking his head quickly. "Not me. I am not a morning person," he admitted. "Usually I need at least three cups of coffee before I'm functioning, unfortunately my schedule seems to be changing already indeed." Caliban scoffed lightly with a chuckle. "Right, with my luck I'll get used to it as soon as the kid starts sleeping on a normal schedule."

As he looked over towards Fax and Shea, he was pleased he see the two of them getting along. Caliban himself had a difficult time with Shea, which was odd because usually Caliban could get along with anyone if he tried. Shea however, would not have it. Even when he did participate in conversations with the Caliban, the omega was always looking over his head, off to the side, or at the floor. He never met Caliban's eyes. At least he seemed to be able to relax around Fax, and Caliban was happy for even that small amount of progress.

"They claim they can take care of themselves, and against the typical alpha I'd agree with them." Caliban shook his head though, drinking from his mug that now had a hint of cinnamon and sugar flavor. "But they don't attract typical alphas, they intimidate them."

They spoke quietly among themselves so the two younger omegas wouldn't overhear, nodding as he listened to Cherry's introduction to Fax. "It was the same for Shea, I think. It was hard to mentor him when he wouldn't even look me in the eye." He raised his eyebrows at the back of Shea's head with a quiet sigh. "Still won't. It's strange, but I guess he was in hiding too. All I know is that his previous alpha spent a lot of money to find him and then left him here. It doesn't really make sense to me." He shrugged. "He seems to be warming up a little bit now, thanks to Fax."

Moving closer to Cherry, Caliban wrapped an arm around his back to rub soothing little circles across it. "It's alright, Cherry," he tried to reassure the hormonal omega. "They've got us now. We'll take care of our cute little tigers. We all take care of each other, that's what families do." They were close enough to be like a family, and like every family they could have their differences and rough spots, but they would always be there to catch each other in the end.


Shea watched Fax's reaction with a cocky smirk, knowing he'd won. Part of him couldn't help himself, it had been far too long since he'd allowed himself to just relax and be himself. Of course, outside the walls of their quarters was a whole different world, but he felt comfortable here with the people he was with. Even if the piercing red gaze of Caliban sent shivers across his skin, even if he knew that gaze didn't belong to him, it was all he could think of when they turned his way. Shea tried his best to ignore it, but at the same time knew he was building a wall between himself and the redheaded omega who was currently chuckling at Fax's defeat.

He held the cinnamon bun out to Fax, just out of reach, waving it in his hand slightly as he clicked the metal in his tongue against his teeth-- Having caught the grey-blue eyes dart in the direction of his tongue. "You sure you don't want it?" He coaxed, bringing the bun up to nibble on one side before holding it in front of the raven again. "Ginger did a really good job."