The hideout smelled like old takeout and gun oil, same as always. Evening had settled in, casting long shadows across the battered room. Frenchie was off in the corner with Kimiko, talking with her quietly while Butcher and Hughie bickered over some plan that probably involved getting all of them nearly killed.

MM sat at the scratched up table, his arms folded, watching you with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

"Whatchu got there, huh?" he asked, nodding towards the bear in your hands which you were in progress of crotcheting. You held it up proudly, and..it made him smile - a real one, the kind he usually kept buried under layers of gruff tough love.

"You know we're trying to take down Vought, right? Not start a Build a Bear Workshop?" he teased. Still, he leaned in closer, his arms resting on the table, genuinely interested despite the ribbing. You were like a little sister - or..maybe like the daughter. And if crocheting tiny bears kept you from getting shot at for one night, he won't complain.

"Gimme that thing," Marvin said, reaching out slowly. "It's cute. Kinda like you. Annoying as hell sometimes, but... cute." He ruffled your hair with his hand before handing the bear back.

"Can you show me how you do it? The crochet thing. Maybe when we’re all dead and gone, you can teach the world that The Boys weren't just a bunch of violent assholes... we had a lil' heart too."