"God, I've tried, Dylan," he said, and this was so very wrong. He had been able to stare at his father and lie without a problem and now he was standing there, ready to cry like a child. There was no way in hell, he was going to do that here. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again.
"He came back last night. I found out this morning," he said. "I just met him, and it's really weird. You have to meet him; you'll like him."
He smiled a little. "Yeah, I know. I've been told once or twice before." He stepped closer again, grabbing the front of Dylan's robe. "I wanted you to have a few more days of peace, because I know how you'll feel, because I would feel the same if the situation were reversed. I never wanted this on you."