"Nothing happened with the kid, because your uncle stopped me before I could shag one of Charlie's nephews," he said with a sigh. His eighteen year old, virgin nephew, Callum mentally added. "That doesn't mean that things didn't happen with other people, but that's not even the point. The fact is that I'm... at a loss. For the first time in a long time, I don't have a purpose, because my boy is suddenly a wonderful man, proving to be more mature than his dad."
Callum laughed. "That's what your uncle said, by the way." He took a deep breath. "I'm not convinced that either of you is right, but I have decided to stay. I love you, but it's time that I start having a purpose beyond you or the dragons, because you aren't dependent on me, and I have to stop remembering the sixteen year old boy I left."
He looked up when he heard footsteps and smiled at Charlie. God, he'd never been so happy to see the other man, before he said even more stupid things. "You're just in time. We were about to start dinner without you," he teased. "Not exactly up to house elves' standards, but we have stew."