"Only child, didn't have to share," Terry said, but it lacked his usual cheerfulness.
He managed a smile at the thought of Wren studying, though he expected nothing less of his little Wrenlet. "Can't let you get too drunk though, she'd never forgive me." Again, he wasn't quite on form or quippy enough as he normally was. Didn't have the energy to be charming and clever, not even with Michael.
"What do you want me to say? That it hurts to think of him dead? That I'll miss him, even if I hadn't seen him often lately? Of course it does, but it's not going to help to cry over it." He threw back the Scotch, and poured himself another.