As soon as Silas stepped through the door, Xavier, who had been hovering near the doorframe, bolted from his place. His small feet carried him across the living room before Silas caught up and scooping him into his arms in one swift motion.
"Let me go!" Xavier thrashed in his grip, his voice high and sharp with fury while his hand and legs flared in all direction.
Silas gritted his teeth and backed away his head to avoid getting hit by his son and carried him to the couch and set him down gently. Then lowered himself onto the floor in front of his son and settled there on his knees, bringing himself to Xavier's eye level while his hands resting on his own thighs.
"Xavier. Will you please tell me what happened instead of running around and troubling everyone?" Silas asked, his voice carrying a warmth of a father and desperation of a troubled parent.
Xavier turned his head away, his jaw set in a hard, angry line while his eyes stayed focus onto the plushy, unblinking.
