Would he croak like a frog the moment he opened his mouth? No, but nothing came out. For a smart man (or not so smart), words left him at the worst of times. He looked her over and took another shaky foot forward. How did he do this without it feeling weird? Blast, he didn't hate his kids, he just didn't know how to be around people like before. Granted this was the kid that would have changed his decrepit ass's diapers in the old days if she'd had to to.
He stopped her hand from moving, gripped her wrist and pulled her to him, trying to fold his arms around her, hopefully she could help with the rest. "Not as bad as you look." She looked like shit.