The sound of Noah at the door coupled with the question had Gabriel reaching up to turn off the monitor of his computer without a second thought, standing up and moving over to the bed, sitting down and patting the spot on the bed next to him, "Not at all, buddy," He said, offering his son a soft smile. He could only imagine what he wanted to talk about. There was so much going on here, so much that could be confusing, and so many things that he would probably have to explain now.
"You know I'm always here to talk," Gabriel said, offering his son the most reassuring smile that he could muster right now. "Is something wrong?"