Bill had been in the village longer than most people. He'd seen all of his siblings come and go. He'd seen several versions of his mother. His wife had come and went four times. He'd met each of his children at least once. But never, in all of the time he had been here, had he seen his father. And it was almost something of a relief that he was here now. Because much as he tried to be good at being the oldest, sometimes he just wanted the easy nature of his father to take care of everything instead.
At the same time, there were plenty of things he didn't want to tell his dad. Some part of him quietly hoped that he would know most of the difficult things by the time they met up. What happened to the twins. That Percy betrayed their family during the war. All their family friends that died. Really, the scars on his face was often the easiest surprise to get over.
"Hey Dad," he said when he arrived, unable to help but smile as he leaned amicably up against the side of the shed.