She's going to just gently pat his arm.
sebastian castellanos was, above all, a man of perseverance, never one to back down with the odds stacked so highly against him. singular goal was maintained far before ruben had shown himself to be present, far before that now somewhat stable alliance had been established. his only will was to rescue his daughter, and now, she was within reach – astounded as was he that her father lived. an outsider to affection, ruben kept himself back, harsh eyes studying the pair before him. a father loving his child ; something he would have never known. the bitterness to this very day still bites at him, a constant reminder of what would have been had things in his own life been different.
her touch jolts him from his thoughts, recoil instantaneous. touch had been so long forgotten, that in the few times he had been blessed with it, body was uncertain of how to react. eyes fall to her, survey her briefly. children could be, in a sense, difficult to be cruel toward – the little girls especially. tension in shoulders slides as he forces a sense of ease about him, now puzzled on how he should proceed. first idea is to properly examine her – he was, after all, a doctor first and foremost. however, he had some certainty that sebastian would frown on the idea. instead hand motions to turn small body away by her back, urging her forward with a gentler shove.
‘ spend time with your father. god knows he won’t be present forever.’
