asa manages to keep himself together until the end of the phone call. there's a thousand things he needs to do - what the fuck does he know about funeral arrangements? who does he call, what does he do next, does he need to go —

leland makes a small high sound, almost distressed, and asa puts a hand to his stomach to soothe him back to sleep without even thinking about it.

his hand looks huge on lee's soft bare stomach. his feet kick for a second before he sinks back into sleep.

asa lets himself cry. he presses his fist to his mouth to keep from making noise as he sobs, staring down at the baby in his bed, and he lets himself fall apart for just a moment.