Cass nearly laughed, though it wasn't his usual light-hearted laugh but a heavy one, filled with regrets of what he had failed to do. "If you ask my son he'd say this is me behaving oddly. I think the word scary has been used."
He shook his head. "I'd never even hugged him before now. Never stopped to think that maybe, just maybe, I shouldn't wait for him to be the one who did the hugging."
"He was elven, and I expected him to be mature enough to know what was best. Merlin, I have failed him so much." And now it was too late. Far too late.