Reclined with two absolutely huge infants cradled against either side of his chest. Eyes half-hooded. Quiet.
For a little bit.
The point of his nose brushes against matching birthmarks, first one, then the other.
“Valley is right,” he rumbles. “Night City would be no good-
—…and…” Scarred cybernetic eye squints shut as a small fist baps up into it.
“…and melee combat. I do not know what I will give you until then.”
A smile, crooked and silver-fanged on one side, dug into his cheeks even as one and then both began to wail.—