"You wouldn't think it if you talk to Michael." Michael was a little concerned, not just of him but for him, and sometimes his protectiveness freaked Felix out a lot. Felix came into the kitchen and looked around at the little area with the tiny step stool, colourful plates and glasses and the cross stitching on the wall. Yeah, there was a Holden hobby.

He turned his head and there, on the couch, was a tiny boy watching a Disney movie. He was in pyjamas, had dirty blond hair and wide eyes.

Gideon turned towards them and looked curiously before he waved shyly. "Hi." A new person. A patient? He wasn't allowed those. "Holden, there's a patient."