Baron would be the first to admit that talking about feelings made him itchy and uncomfortable, but his father obviously had something he wanted to say and he respected his father enough to listen. And suffer through the rambling when he really wanted to just tell his father to spit out whatever was bothering him.
"I don't think this is about partying though," he said, not completely comfortable with thinking about his father's slutty stage. There was no other word for it really, and it was better to just pretend it never happened.
"Wait, you're not leaving are you?" Everything else ceased to matter at the thought that his father might leave the reserve they were starting to build here. Another reserve wouldn't have the same connection as this one, not that that made a lot of sense. "Honestly Dad, what's going on?"