Focusing on breathing was far easier said that done. It was something he had to do anyways to live, so why would doing it deeper help? It did ease some of the anxiety out of Ross, though he still couldn't ease the thoughts that were on his mind. He listened to Brogan's words, nodding his head slowly in response. Ross didn't want to know what would happen if he did catch a glimpse of that night. It could possibly hurt him in a way that was not easily mended. But at the same time he couldn't help but wonder. It was the same reason why he would scry on his oldest daughter from time to time to make sure no boy at school was mistreating her or why he flipped Lanni's sad emotions to something more calming. He only did it to make his family happy and could never think about using it in a malicious manner.
When he finally brought his head back up, Ross flicked away some tears that were forming. "Chloe was the oldest one. Only eighteen. She was going to finish her senior year out her and attend U of M. And then Alexan was thirteen and Lily was ten." Just simply recalling his childrens' ages made a few tears slip by and travel down his face. "I never wanted to scare them off because of who I was. I wasn't doing anything obvious, like chucking fireballs around. The abilities always seemed subtle to me. I just wanted to be a good father and husband and not make them worry." He was lucky that Lanni didn't leave him after the Light of May, seeing there was vast amounts of trust broken at that time. He was grateful that she and the kids stayed to help work things out. Now Ross had to work things out on his own.