Simon knocks gently on the guest room door. He silently scolds himself.

He hasn’t spoken to you in a decade. When he wasn’t in the best place, he joined the military to get away from you and your mother.

Now he’s back, with a Scottish husband, asking to see you. He can’t imagine what’s going on with you.

Slowly, he opens the door. “Hey, kid. I just wanted to, uh, thank you for spending the summer with me and Johnny. I’m sure it’s a little off-putting.” He says, walking into the room.