"Y-you think so?" Tavros is smiling finally, despite the lingering red, puffiness to his face. Little Slick lifts his head and smells at the air with his tongue before resting back down again, content to stay wrapped around the warmth of the younger boy's hand.

"Hey, Slick. This is Gamzee, he was there... when you hatched, remember? He's your Da too, and a Slytherin! Snakes are, a big to do for them." Tavros slides his free arm around Gamzee, fingers clutching tight in his shirt at his side.