The question tugged at Gabriel's heart as he peered down at Noah, a very soft smile on his face as he ran his fingers lightly through his son's hair and nodded, "Of course," He said, a deep warmth in those words as well as a slight amusement. As if he needed to ask. "I'm still your Dad. Just a bit younger than you're used to," He said.
And that was a truth that he could easily tell as he looked down at Noah. There was nothing in this world that would be able to convince him otherwise. Noah was his son, his responsibility, and nothing at all was going to change that.