Bastian's smile was wiped off his face the second Levi threw his arms around him. He held his son firmly, trying to keep his tears at bay.
He missed his son. He felt remorseful and guilty for the choices he made in his life. Perhaps if he was strong enough, none of this could happen.
He failed as a father and a lover. While he achieved a lot to safeguard the world, he failed to protect those who needed his protection.
The former agent B couldn't help but bleed inside. He felt a familiar hand gently rub his back giving him the warmth he needed.
Albeit reluctantly, he gently let go of his son. "Let's get inside son. It's cold outside. You will catch a cold."
Levi let go of his hold only to latch onto his father's lapel like a toddler. This was something he never got the opportunity to do.