Bartending!

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Claire steps behind the bar, Seth sleeping in a baby sling around her neck. She wipes down the bar's surface and straightens the extra glasses, smiling at Charlie playing guitar in the corner.



"What can I get you?"





[[ooc: 6:45 EST: Wrap or slow-time from here on out, please *bats eyelashes*]]

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She is hesitant to wake up her son but she can see this is something Ron needs to do.

"Here," she says as she cradles her son in one hand and pulls the sling off her neck with the other. She hands the baby and the sling over to Ron carefully, making sure Seth's head is supported the whole time.

Seth sighs and opens his eyes at the new contact, gazing at Ron.

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The sadness lessened, though the guilt was still there, but for the most part, Ron felt tremendously relieved to hold him again, especially since he couldn't see any scratches or anything on him.

"Hullo, Seth." He rocked him a little bit, but was mostly hugging him to himself, and blushing slightly, as he felt like a dirty great girl with how soppy he had gotten over this kid, but it didn't matter. He was okay. He was holding him and he was okay. He wasn't hurt.

He grinned at him, and then looked sheepish. "You aren't mad at me, eh?"

Seth waved his little fists in the air, and Ron nodded knowingly.

"Yeah, that's what I expected. I'm really sorry about the other day, mate. If I had known he was going to try anything I would have never let him near you. And if he was still around, I'd hunt him down, I reckon, and make sure he would never be able to get near you again. But he isn't, and you're safe, alright? I'm just saying, though."

Seth burbled, and Ron took that as permission to continue.

"Your mum...well, she needs you around, so we're not going to be able to play for awhile. And it's not just her--it's me, too. A lot's happened lately, along with the other day, so I think I ought to get my head on straight. You understand? I just need some time to myself and your mum needs you near her and safe, I think, so no more playtime for us."

Seth started making noises that sounded like they were going to lead up to a cry.

"Hey, what's that? No crying, mate. I'll still be around, and I'll look after you, alright? And I'll make sure something like the other day doesn't happen again." He beeped his little nose. "So don't think you'll be rid of me that easily. OK?"

Seth settled into his arms and blew a spit bubble and Ron grinned at him. "Impressive. Now, you work on those and next time I see you, let's see if you've improved any, alright? You still haven't broken that record of yours yet, the one that was as big as your fist. Keep at it."

He turned and handed him and the baby back to Claire, very carefully, supporting his head. (It was so odd that he'd actually managed, in all that confusion to learn how to support the baby's head better from Ethan).

He smiled. "Thanks," he said to Claire.

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"No problem, Ron." Claire smiles as she takes Seth back and carefully adjusts the sling around her neck again. She blinks away the tears and looks down at her son.

"He can blow five spit bubbles in a row now."

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Ron grinned. "Five? Blimey, last I saw him he could only do three. Although they were some dirty bubbles, so it was pretty impressive."

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"He's even taken to popping them with his own fist." She beams.

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"You must be very proud," Ron said solemnly.

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"Well, sure." She grins. "Not every baby can do that. He's remarkable."

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"You're right about that." Ron reached across the bartop and shook his tiny little fist gently.

"I've to go and start working, mate. I'll see you around." He turned to Claire. "Later, Claire. I'm...I'm glad it turned out alright."

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"Me too, Ron." She smiels kindly. "And you're stillw elcome to come visit him whenever you feel you're ready."

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Ron nodded, tight-lipped again, but looking quite thankful for that.

Truth be told, he hadn't been so much afraid of Claire being angry as he had been Seth hating him, crying whenever Ron came near him.

"Thanks." Another small grin, and then he walked off.

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"Bye Ron."