"Yeah, she seems really really mad." Deacon replied, setting Matthew down so he could watch more of his cartoon. "I'm finding everything okay. If I can't, I play a game with Matt to find whatever it is, and he gets a prize. Usually it's money, he's gotten ten bucks so far." Deacon replied, his father's summary of the last few days was of course hilarious, it was more than just a lot.
Brushing a hand through his dark curls, Deacon said, "I'm not mad at you, Dad. You were just trying to protect Nonna and Johnny from being hurt. I get that. Sorry that she didn't let you tell her that." Deacon could hear her muttering under her breath in the kitchen. Curls fell over his eyes, and he wondered if Daniel was always going to sound so breathless now. He knew that had to be hard on Daniel, and it must be terrible. He didn't deserve what he'd been through.
"Never mind how I am, Dad. I'm fine. How are you?"