Adam and Ronan (with Opal)
"I know." Ronan sighed. He felt high strung. He knew he was entirely too tense. More than he should be. This was a party, a celebration. And Adam was right. Most people probably wouldn't care that Opal wasn't normal.
He just didn't want to have to explain why she had goat legs. And an appetite for paper and other non food items. She was as he'd created her, and she was so much more to him than a little girl. She and Chainsaw both served a functional purpose for him.
He sighed again and gave Adam's hand a squeeze. "I'm glad she's having fun."