get your mit, we're playing catch, dammit

Now that he was feeling better and his strength was returning, Pyrrhic was determined to make up for lost time with his kids. They were getting so big - one physically more than the other - and he felt like if he didn't pal around with them now soon they'd be too big and grown up to be silly with their dad. The thought honestly scared him. Yes, he wanted them to grow up eventually, but not for a long (long) time. He lived in fear of the day they were so big they didn't need him anymore. Part of him, and it was a big part, was afraid that day would come and he would have done so little in their lives that they wouldn't miss him. Was it an irrational feeling? Yes, definitely; and while he could intellectually wrap his head around it, emotionally he couldn't shake it. The virus had stolen so much valuable time from them that he felt hard pressed to make it right.

"Asmodeus?" he called softly. He was trying his best to rouse his son from where he was at without alerting his daughter. Dantalian was just jealous enough to pitch a fit if she found out Pyrrhic was planning on doing something with Asmodeus and not her. Even knowing he planned on taking her somewhere later probably wouldn't be enough to dissuade her from pouting or throwing herself at his feet in protest. Heaven forbid she feel the slightest brush of injustice.