Anywhere it would go just so happened to be Tony's cheek. He wiped it away, laughing at Logan when he did. It wasn't bothering him too much, he'd already repeated the process more times than he cared to count. Feeding Logan was an interesting experience. Not something he'd ever imagined he'd do in his lifetime.
He'd sent the message to Heather, telling her not to stay away, without even thinking about it. But what would happen when she did come back? Would it still be awkward? Would they still argue? The things she'd said, the insinuations she'd made, had hurt. Whether she'd meant it or not, it had sounded as though she thought he wouldn't care as much. Had flat out actually said that she thought he would dump her. And he knew he didn't have the greatest track record as proof, but hadn't he told her he loved her? Hadn't he given her that ring? He didn't know what else she expected.
"Your son is aspiring to be Jackson Pollock, X," he told her, before turning to see what had caught Logan's attention. When he saw that it was Heather, he had no idea what to say. None at all. And it wasn't often he was caught without words.
"Pancakes?" He offered simply. "Or mashed banana."