Hunter paced about the room, following some invisible, repetitive path. The way he was cradling Omega in his arms was sturdy and unfaltering. And yet, he was stepping with the trepidation of someone attempting to carry a candle against the wind - a task that presented such a fine line between protection...and suffocation. The war had been hard. But raising a child...was harder. --- Headcanon missing-moments of The Bad Batch being adorable space dads.
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