[He wasn't hiding. Nope. Of course he hadn't gone into the Art Gallery thinking it was the last place that gods or devils or troublesome captains or nosy Vulcans were likely to be. But he would admit he did want some damn peace and quiet after candy cane coated bedrooms, exploding houses, and night terror plagued roommates. The gallery seemed to be good for both, it turned out. Even if he was only casually glancing at a picture here or there.
At least until that sound echoed along the hallways. It had him freezing in his path. He knew that sound. How could he not? Even if it had been months since he had last even had a chance to look at his own little girl, he knew one when he heard one crying.
He didn't think as feet took him toward the sound, and paused only for a moment when he saw the young girl sobbing in front of a picture.]
Hey. Hey there, little Darlin'. What's wrong? [And not to scare her, he approached slowly, the doctor in him unable to not search for some sort of physical injury to explain the tears as he did so.]
Morning/ Art Gallery
At least until that sound echoed along the hallways. It had him freezing in his path. He knew that sound. How could he not? Even if it had been months since he had last even had a chance to look at his own little girl, he knew one when he heard one crying.
He didn't think as feet took him toward the sound, and paused only for a moment when he saw the young girl sobbing in front of a picture.]
Hey. Hey there, little Darlin'. What's wrong? [And not to scare her, he approached slowly, the doctor in him unable to not search for some sort of physical injury to explain the tears as he did so.]