Re: Venturing out into the world: Marta / Seven
[He can only smile fondly down at the lanky puppy as she snuffles the space that's just in front of his boots with her body wiggling double-time, skinny tail slapping against Marta's ankles where she stands, rooted to the pavement at the farthest possible point away from where he stands by the truck.] Can you grab that?
[A dip of his chin towards the wrap that is slung around his torso indicates what he meant. Eventually it might just be sorta clear, and Marta's reaching out delicately enough to pluck the stretchy fabric between one thumb and forefinger when she pulls it out from his torso, without any contact between them. It's just enough to make room for him to settle Sawyer into the sling, and then his hands are freed up so that he can adjust the wide loop of fabric where it's looped over his shoulder so that their newborn's tiny little body is slung up close and tight against his chest.
He doesn't miss the way that Marta seems entirely unable to even look at him, and the way that she takes a full step back like he's riddled with some fucking unspoken disease.]