Patrick had just been pulling out something from the oven as he heard Andrew speaking, and after checking the food to make sure it was all done properly he threw his oven mitts onto the counter and went into his bedroom. He was khakis and a light blue button up for once, not nearly so official as usual. "Yes?" he asked with a risen brow as he poked his head in. "Is that the picture of my mother? Her name was Mary- you would have liked her," he began to say as he got closer and then saw that photo. He stopped, just staring over the other's shoulder. "Oh," he said softly.
"That... was a long time ago. Before I ever met you, or even moved to America".