"I do," Colin said with a nod. "Pearl. She's only a few months old."
He missed her, more than he'd expected to. As much as he loved his daughter, sometimes there was an odd sense of detachment -- of course, he'd felt that with a lot of the people in his life. Such was the curse of time being what it was to him.
But no matter what, he always loved his daughter.
He glanced towards the redhead for a moment, watching her, before looking back to the man. "I'm Colin," he introduced. If they were going to talk about their kids, the least he could do was introduce himself.