Camile looked back at his sleepy son. God, I hope so. He'd only been away from Parker a handful of times in the little boy's life. And he had seperation anxiety more than the little one did it seemed. He even took the boy to the studio with a silencing charm around him.
"She's got my cell, he'll be okay," he nodded confidently. He wanted to enjoy the night, they needed it. Recording was going well but that didn't mean it wasn't work.