Baron sighed, and looked around for the bottle of Firewhiskey he really hoped his father had lying around. If they were going to talk this much, he really needed a drink to go with it. Especially since his father wasn't particularly making any sort of sense, at least not that Baron could make out.
"Dad," he said after a minute of sorting through things. "I know you don't want to burden me or anything, but your problems are my problems because you're my father and I love you." And yes, this was going to be the feelings talk for the next ten years.
"You're the one who taught me not to run from my problems, and I think that would be what you're doing if you left here. I don't know what happened between you and Charlie, or you and this kid at Eros, but I do know that whatever you decide I'll support you." Or try to, anyway.