Hank hadn't realized Oliver had fallen asleep until he went to put him down on the couch in his office and Oliver didn't move. His body was heavy and still. Hank reached a hand up to Oliver's back and felt how slow his breathing had become. Hank didn't have it in him to put Oliver down and wake him from his soft sleep. He had already experienced enough tonight and would experience more once everyone got there. Plus if he felt finally safe enough to fall asleep in Hank's arms he didn't want to take that away from him. So Hank took Oliver with him to get whatever spare socks he could find for his feet to keep him as warm and comfortable as he could make oliver, only putting them down to slip the women's extra small socks (that were still to big for him) on his feet and picked him back up again swaddled in the blanket. Hank slowly walked back and forth in between the light coming through the windows from the street and city beyond creating a gentle ambiance and because of this hank didn't turn on the lights. He kept walking back and forth in the center aisle between all the desks. After a few rounds of pacing Hank looked at the mop of red curls on his shoulders as he walked and finally realized how calm he too felt. It made him realize it was all due to the sleepy boy in his arms. It brought hank back to simpler times. To when his whole family was together. When his son Justin was alive and that young. Hank was entranced and wrapped up in this moment he didn't hear his team come in until they loudly forced themselves through the door at the bottom of the stairs and began parading up the stairs with both fosters in cuffs loudly demanding to see a lawyer and Oliver.
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