Holding Teddy as he cried, he didn't need to look to know what colour his hair was. For a long time he didn't speak, just held onto him and let him cry in peace, giving as much comfort as he could. He shook his head at the words. "No. You don't have to thank me. There is no need."
There wasn't. He was Ted's father in every way that counted and of course he'd be there for him. He just wished that his other children could trust him as much. What had he done with Teddy that he'd failed to do with them? Why did they not trust him like this? He ran a hand through Teddy's hair. "It will be okay," he said. "It won't be good, not for a long while, and it will never be what it was, but it will be okay."