Callum knew his son too well to believe that everything was all right, and he really wanted to sigh but he didn't.
He clapped Baron's back. "I'm not stupid enough to think that you need a sex talk. I might not have lived through it, but I know that you're a man in every sense of the word, which would sound slightly more convincing if you didn't sound like the idea of me having sex was revolting. I've had sex once or twice. It's how you happened. I guess what I'm asking is if we are going to be okay. If you will be okay, because I've spent a long time keeping you away from all of that, making sure that none of the blokes said around you, but you aren't a boy anymore and I can't protect you like that."
He snorted. "I've been told plenty if hat makes you feel better, and I don't think that you'll fuck up, but we're hot-headed, all of us in the family. I was a dick to your uncle when I return and nothing you can do will be as bad as that." He reached over and squeezed Baron's arm. "She's not here, son. If you find anyone or even temporary comfort, there's nothing wrong. You are young and I'm sure she'd want you happy."
Callum smiled at his son. "I know, son, and I don't think you'd do anything on purpose, but if someone pushed the wrong buttons, I would understand even if I wouldn't like it." He wrapped one arm around his son and squeezed it gently. "You'll have me and your uncle even if you fuck up. We're family, I'm just trying to prevent problems. Especially between us."