[He wished he had the words to explain just how much Naruto had brightened both their lives, how they had excitedly counted down each day until they could finally meet the little boy that had kicked against their hands each time they spoke to him. How being a father had been the most important thing Minato had ever accomplished in his life, no matter how brief their time together had been.
When Naruto turned so did he, Minato shifting his hold more into a proper hug as he moved beside the chair, leaning in instead of crouching. Naruto's grip, fingers curling in and bunching the fabric of his sleeve, made his smile a little wistful, regret for a son that had never really had the luxury of something as simple as a hug from his parents.
Even if he didn't have the words he could still offer this, a quiet moment shared with his son, his unwavering support.]
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When Naruto turned so did he, Minato shifting his hold more into a proper hug as he moved beside the chair, leaning in instead of crouching. Naruto's grip, fingers curling in and bunching the fabric of his sleeve, made his smile a little wistful, regret for a son that had never really had the luxury of something as simple as a hug from his parents.
Even if he didn't have the words he could still offer this, a quiet moment shared with his son, his unwavering support.]