It's an important thing. It's something that keeps his own heart beating fast for the joy of knowing his own son isn't growing up with the same doubts and hurts he had.

One arm can't help staying around Arik's shoulders even when he leans back again, free hand lifting to ruffle the young man's hair.

"She went to talk to your Uncle Andrew." Which surely must sound like the wonderful news it is. "She said to tell you she loves you, and that she'll chat with your soon, all right?"