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Colin looked tired, wearing pajama pants, a Star Trek logo t-shirt, slippers, and a fuzzy robe, but he still greeted Carson with a smile as the other man slid into the passenger's seat. "Yep, Good to meet you." The blond waved the apology aside though it was after three int he morning and he'd been jolted out of bed by Elke's call.

"It's for a good cause, I'm happy to help." The list Carson waved was long and he mentally adjusted to the idea of not getting more sleep before work. "Should I even ask how that happened?" Or I could call off for the morning, just go in the afternoon... He could decide later, for the moment he focused on driving, occasionally taking a sip from a metal water bottle that had water with iced fruit in it.

Whatever weird baby acquisition story he might have been expecting, what Carson told him about his cousin having liberated the child from being murdered by Castor was so far out of the ballpark that at first the danseur thought he'd misheard him. He barely even registered the fact that Carson had any idea about senshi, about his being a senshi.

"Castor was going to sacrifice a baby? The blond's voice and expression were queer and his fingers tightened on the steering wheel. Exploding into an irate tirade just then wasn't going to help anyone, so he pushed the rising anger down and glanced over at his companion. Castor was going to get it, and soon. He was going to kill a baby...and Elke saved it. Good. Who's baby is it? Oh Castor, you b*****d, what the hell were you thinking?

"Yes. And no." Colin said slowly, hating that infanticide was even a thing he had to consider, "Thank you for telling me."

Conversation lulled until they reached the parking lot and he could turn the engine off and lean his head back against the headrest with a sigh, his mind darting all over. "I think," The danseur tucked his keys into a pocket of his robe and unbuckled his seatbelt while looking over at Carson, "You might use some of our family in Europe as a cover." Maybe.

Of all the odd things that he'd heard and been party to, his cousin taking a baby from Castor to save it wasn't as mind-boggling as being a reincarnated alien who uttered an incantation and became a magical soldier expected to save the world from a supremely evil, militant organization ruled by a monster in a castle somewhere.

Besides, said baby needed them to deliver supplies. If he wanted to have a private freak out later, when that was done and he'd had some time to worry over the situation like a dog with a bone...he could. "You'll figure it out. I'll help however I can."

Colin followed Carson and his cart after locking the car up, running a hand through his hair and thinking about what it meant that the baby looked like Castor too. Did that mean the kid was his? The idea made his eyes narrow - it was an idea that didn't speak well for the Prince of Hail.

At all. "I expect so, unless you guys've been hoarding baby stuff." Some people did that, he didn't judge. "At least we're in the right place to get most of it..." This was going to be expensive.

"How old is the baby, do you know?"

Carson would definitely be correct to surmise that Colin hadn't been told about the lost baby, probably best to leave that one lie. "Probably a good idea." If Elke was taking care of the child long therm, she'd probably want to research the best car seat, stroller, all that good stuff.

Grabbing a cart once they were in, he listened to the list rattled off - all things that would be found in one of the sections that Colin rarely ever went into at any store. Thankfully, there were those lovely hanging signs that could direct them to the infant's section.

"Next stop, baby stuff." That list was going down.