As Edwin was making Tommy-boy, Luciano was stitching straight lines next to him. Which were crocked, but the boy and his chubby fingers did their best.
Once Edwin had gotten the boy to sew, his brothers had retreated in fear that they too would be made to do something girly.
Hadrian's fur lined gray cloak was a warm weight on Edwin's lap. He was cautious not to do a wrong stitch. It was expertly made, and it would be a shame if there were tears in it.
The vampire had gotten him to promise he would stitch Tommy-boy on his spare cloak too, and the children's coats. Edwin had put his foot down when Hadrian had suggested that the silly drawing be put on Edwin's hospital scrubs.
Not that he had too much of a problem with it, but he was not a healer who took care only of children. A certain level of professionalism had to be maintained. He had agreed to stitch an E and R on the back, since Hadrian had whined that his scrubs were too boring.