Ric blinks a few times, trying to focus on the little boy clutching his hand. He looks vaguely familiar, like he’s seen him somewhere before.

“Sorry, kid,” Ric says, pulling his hand away. “Got the wrong guy.” Because he’s not the father. The younger girl standing beside the boy shakes her head.

“You are!” she says. They do resemble each other, but Ric… He doesn’t remember them.

“Maybe I can help find your parent,” he offers instead. He’s not sober enough to deal with them, or this.