Frank followed his wife as silently as possible, and when James hinted at seeing his son, his heart quickened. It had been years since he had seen Neville, and what was worse, he knew they were mistreating him here. Whether or not Frank could keep his cool, he wasn't sure. His temper flared a lot lately at the injustice of it all, but he would have to hold it all back with Neville. There was no point in making a bad situation worse, was there?
A small smile spread across Frank's face, it had been years since he had seen the two of them together. Since the three of them had been together in the same room. He remembered the night vividly. It wasn't something he wanted to think about, but he walked around the bed and sat on Neville's other side. Neville looked terrible, Frank noticed, at once and frowned at his wife.