The sound of Elliot punching the door is accompanied by a complicated swear that would likely be impressive were it not directed at Edgar. It takes him a minute to get himself back to something like calm.

"He's my son," he repeats, as though by saying it again it'll make everyone else who needs to believe it, "I could give him-- far, far more than either of you ever could. She knows that. Besides, what are you even getting out of-- raising someone else's kid, Eicheln? Not like you're continuing on your bloodline. Just give him to me and you can-- start over with her, if you want. Least you already know she can have kids, right?"

Never mind that having Thomas had almost killed them both. Never mind that there were still days when Rachel jumped at her husband's touch because the marks Elliot had left on her heart would never fully fade.