Jamie stayed where he was as his father burrowed into the blankets. "I love you, Dad," he said, squeezing him once more. "You know that, right? We'll be here if you need anything."
He closed the door behind him, heading out to the kitchen to join Lena. He poured himself a mug of coffee, sighing heavily as he dropped into a chair. "I hate this," he said into his mug.