Kareem was good, happy, and healthy. He really was. And nothing made him feel better, happier and healthier then seeing Andy looking good, happy, and healthy. And that is how the little unicorn looked to him right now, as good and healthy and happy as Kareem had seen him in years. The smile and laugh Andy gave him felt more genuine then any that Kareem had gotten from his brother lately, and it warmed Kareem's heart to see him smile even more then the cookies in the oven warmed the apartment.
“Hiya, buddy,” Kareem said as Andy stepped in, not caring that he has already greeted the boy, and he closed door quick as he could once he was inside so he could wrap the tiny thing in his arms. Andy still felt cold against his body, like he usually was, like he wasn't quite as warm as he should be; needed to be. “I'm great,” he said. “Really great. How're you?”