Scott laughed as he eased himself into the room, shutting the door behind him. "No," he said, shaking his head. "If your mother was going to make you do that, I'd make her break the news to you herself." He straightened his own tie-- though, he didn't mind wearing it as much as his son apparently did-- and took the few steps to the bed to sit down.
"How are you doing?" He wanted to ask about specific things, but felt like it was better to beat around the bush first.