There was a sense of...satisfaction in comparing Rhett's name to other names. Tobias, in some sense, found a sort of fascination in the way his son's name was like other names he knew. This ability to compare Rhett to both himself, Tetradore and Raven seemed to delight the youngman in every way. Tobias, after all, seemed to enjoy finding those similarities and comparisons between words. His mind found it soothing. Tobias' dark eyes continued to linger upon the infant within his arms. The young man was readily fascinated by his son as the baby reached up to grasp a singular finger with a surprisingly strong grip. Tobias' eyes lifted ever so slightly in surprise, the man softly moving his finger about as Rhett continued to hold it. That such a thing was merely a reflex had hardly occurred to the deviant. Tobias, in that moment, simply enjoyed that sensation. Nadya, after all, had been nothing short of....unwilling to allow him near any contact with her children. Tobias, over time, had simply...ceased to ask. The Leopard unwilling to suffer the shouting and arguments that so usually followed any interaction he had with them. The man simply having lost interest in them over time and without that continued interaction. Any bond Tobias may have had with Micah or Isabella was all but lost. Indeed, the deviant so barely remembered them at all. Rhett however- was something different entirely.

Tobias' sudden insistence that Raven write down the baby's name seemed to catch the young woman off guard as Leopard continued to play with his own finger and the grasping of the baby's hand. Tobias, here and now, was nothing if not impossibly gentle. Those natural instincts, after all, existed strongly for the deviant. The baby was small and soft and weak. It needed....protection.....and gentleness. This he was sure of. Tobias' gaze lifted from Rhett only as Raven questioned just why he wanted that name written down. Tobias, in that moment, so having managed to use his wife's real name in its entirety. Such a thing so distinctly rare and yet he understood her name. Perhaps he always had. Tobias simply preferred to call her by the name he had assigned. He liked the sound, after all. Bird so holding a definitive, solid sound within it. It was better than Raven. Yes. He was sure. Tobias long ago became familiar with that concept of two names. After all, Tetradore was Aiden, Bird was Raven, Tobi was Tobias. Everyone had two names, he was sure. The long one and the short one- the one that sounds better. That his thinking was, perhaps, only somewhat correct had hardly occurred to him. His understanding of that subject seemingly advanced and....not all at once and yet, perhaps it hardly mattered. That Tobias had mastered remembering those very names was perhaps the true goal. Raven moved to sit upward then before reaching for a notepad and pen, the young woman carefully printed Rhett's name before offering that pad to Tobias to view.

For several long moments the deviant merely stared at that inscription crafted upon the paper. Tobias' gaze followed the line and curve of each letter though what exactly he searched for remained to be seen. His fascination with lines of any kind was distinctly well known and yet, in all those years, the boy had mastered little more than an ability to, shakily, write his own name. Those lines were....hard to draw for him. The lines of other people were far better. The lanky deviant remained silent for several moments more before glancing upward from that paper to meet his wifes questioning gaze.

"It....has....very good....lines. I like this....part best."

That the 'lines were good' was clearly of importance to the deviant as Tobias shifted ever too slightly to gesture towards the double 't' in Rhett. T, after all, had long since been a favoured letter of the man. His desire to take the baby home however was met with Raven's insistence they were hardly allowed- at least not yet- Tobias inclined scowl at that very notion. He did not like having to ask to leave. Those doctors and nurses, he was sure, had done enough. As if on cue that door opened within the same moment to reveal one of those nurses as she pushed a crib toward them before moving to check on those machines. Tobias's gaze shifted from the nurse, to the crib and back again before Raven insisted he was supposed to put Rhett down within it. A near wary look so instantly seemed to find his features then. Tobias so clearly reluctant to place his son down and within the care of a stranger. The nurse, for several moments, seemed to linger with clear uncertainty. The woman clearly unwilling to reach for that baby while his Father held him.

"He is....coming back?"

That question was asked to Raven alone and yet it was the nurse who so strove to answer it. The poor woman so managed to utter barely a single word before Tobias' gaze shot back toward her with a distinct intensity. One that saw the woman fall silent instantly before Tobias turned back to Raven. His wife alone so clearly the only being he would accept that answer from. It was only with Raven's assurance that all would be fine that Tobias, reluctantly, placed the baby within the crib before moving to sit back down.

"I do not...like all these...people."