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Not only did Tarin seem relieved that the topic of conversation as no longer how well or not he would manage taking care of a child, but he seemed surprised to see that the game had already started.

Surprised and apparently anxious to get their hats because he practically ran from the living room. At least since he was moving so fast, it didn't take Tarin very long to return.

He sat back down on the couch, much closer to her this time, and put his old hat on her head before he put the newer hat on his own head.

Even though she seemed to be the only one who ever wore this hat, the one that Tarin had brought with him when he crossed rift, Lee still thought of it as Tarin's hat. It was his, he just seemed to prefer her wearing it rather than him.

Lee was just turning her attention to the game when Tarin spoke again. "Well, hopefully he'll play for a bit and be content. Now that he's eaten, he'll probably need a diaper change before too long, and I would imagine he'll get tired soon, so try to get him to sleep without too much fussing."

Once Lee got him eating, Michael was content to recline back in her arms and was quickly and noisily drinking the bottle. "Hey, some adults only suddenly realize that and then get hangry," Lee pointed out. "And this jellyfish is rather distracting and colourful."

So being around and holding the baby hadn't been scary, but it was uncomfortable because he had had no idea what he was doing. At least he was smiling.

Lee smiled back as she realized that Tarin was still holding the lion stuffie that he had been trying to distract Michael with. And as Tarin spoke again, she nodded.

"It is a whole little person," Lee agreed as she smiled down at Michael, who was still happily drinking away. "And he's probably starting to show his parents, and himself, the beginnings of his actual personality when he's not completely distracted by a jellyfish or food."

"I doubt you'd be as bad at it as you think if you were responsible," Lee said, looking back up at Tarin.

Lee continued trying to distract Michael with the jellyfish, bouncing him on her knee. Basically anything she could think of off the top of her head.

It didn't seem to be helping.

By the time she asked what Tarin was going to do, make the bottle or hold Michael, he had an empty bottle and another toy in his hands.

And he simply said no.

Lee just blinked, but by the time she had, Tarin had at least somewhat recovered himself, and was telling her that he had no idea how to make the bottle. That was very fair.

But at that exact moment, it also looked like he wasn't going to hold Michael. It wasn't like Lee was asking him to change a diaper or anything.

Tarin did say to give him Michael after what felt like a much longer pause than necessary. And he definitely did not look overly thrilled about the idea, but he took Michael from her when she handed the child over.

Now with both hands free, Lee dug around in the bag, only taking a few seconds longer than she felt it should have taken, and pulled out the container of formula. "I'll be quick," she promised Tarin as she grabbed the bottle he'd set down. "You two will be fine."

Standing up, Lee made her way to the kitchen to make the bottle. Though it had been a long time since she had done this, it wasn't as though it was something she had forgotten, especially not when there were instructions on the can, and before long Lee was making her way back out to the living room.

And she couldn't help but smile as she saw Tarin with Michael. Despite how unhappy both of them were with the situation, or maybe because of how almost awkward Tarin looked sitting there, they looked cute sitting there on the couch.

It may have been the truth, but it was still nice to have someone confirm to her that she had done a good job with Kevin.

But did Tarin look surprised when Lee said that Kevin had been the first baby she had held? Why would that be surprising? He knew her history, how her life had been. What would have given him the idea that she would have been around a lot of babies, never mind have held any?

Lee wasn't able to really think about anymore, or ask Tarin, as Michael apparently chose that moment to decide he was no longer happy about something.

Which immediately had Tarin thinking that he had cursed them somehow.

Another shake of her head as she shifted Michael on her lap. "I doubt it," Lee said as she tried to calm Michael. Which didn't seem to be as easy this time.

"He's probably just getting hungry," Lee continued after a minute when Michael hadn't stopped crying. Scooting forward on the couch, Lee held Michael in one arm and leaned over to look in the diaper bag.

Lee shook her head when Tarin apologized for asking a dumb question. "Not dumb," Lee argued gently. "The only things I really knew about babies when Kevin was born was what I read while I was pregnant, and that wasn't good preparation at all."

Tarin asked about whether they should wear hats or not while watching the game that night. And commented that it would have been nice if they'd had a hat for Michael.

Lee smiled as she looked back at Michael. "That would have been so cute," Lee said softly as she looked at the baby's head with a smile. "Robert of course got Kevin a few Leafs hats over the years, but I normally put him in hats that covered his ears and neck better."

Lee smiled as she continued to look down at Michel who was still going to town on his jellyfish. "But a baby in a Mets hat would be adorable."

When Lee asked if anyone had called the cops yet about what had happened in the restaurant, what the man had done, the only answer she received was from the woman he had attacked saying that she was calling. Had called. That they would be there shortly.

It was good that someone had called, but really? The only one who called in a restaurant full of witnesses was the victim? That was bad, even for New York.

The young woman turned away then as she continued speaking on the phone.

That's when it hit her. The cops were coming. Unlike at the building collapse, she was going to have to talk to the cops about what had happened. About what she had done.

Lee had only wanted to get some kind of sweet pastry. And like so many times in her life, trouble had found her.

Lee didn't particularly want to be there when the cops arrived, she just wanted to make sure that this guy was taken care of. If the cops were going to be there soon, she didn't really need to hold onto this man who was passed out, right? If the cops couldn't deal with him like this, they couldn't deal with mutants in general, and Lee knew they had ways to do that.

Just to be sure, Lee tugged up on the man's arm a bit and when she didn't get much of a response, Lee let go of his wrist and stood up.

And while there were the recordings, most of the people had been behind her, and she hadn't looked back much. Surly that meant that she would be able to get out of there without having to speak with the police or being identified, right?

Slowly and trying to be as nonchalant as she could, Lee started making her way for the door out to the street.

Lee shrugged when Tarin asked how long Shin said they would be out that night. "A few hours," Lee told him. "Probably similar to when we've been out."

"But you're right, he does seem to be a happy baby," Lee continued, lifting a hand to gently poke Michael's nose.

Tarin still seemed to be a little lost as to what to do, but when she told him that there were likely toys for the child in the bag, Lee saw him reach forward and pull it closer.

It really didn't take long for him to find something in the bag, and almost as soon as it made the first noise, Michael was trying to reach for it.

"Sure looks like it's a favourite,' commented as Michael grabbed for the toy and immediately brought it to his mouth to gum as it crinkled in his hands.

"Kevin had something similar, but not quite as fancy," Lee informed Tarin after a few moments. "I had to buy him a second one because for some reason he liked to chew right behind the rubber on the cloth and the fabric there started to wear out and fray."