"I thought you hated kids," Dorian stated, smiling at the little girl in John - no Leonard's- arms.

John smiled, one of the rare ones that reached his eyes. In his arms, the little girl curled into him. The little girl - Joanna, his memory banks supplied - hid her face from him, peaking out from her father's shoulder in curiosity. Her features mirror Johns', to the brown hair and brown eyes to the small smile on her lips. Pride beamed from John's demeanor as he watched the little girl.

John pecked the little girl's head, giving Dorian a large grin. "Things change."