"Oh, he'll figure it out," Patricia said, waving her hands around at Michael. Nicholas had never really wanted to hug his mother more. "Where's your kitchen, darling? I feel like some tea!"
"Through there," Nicholas pointed in the direction of the kitchen and watched as his mother disappeared. "It seems like we're having tea." Then to his father, he said, "you might as well come, Major. Though I'm half considering moving again."
JJ, for her part, was happy enough to trot after Patricia, who seemed awesome, all things considered. Nicholas went to stand beside Jesse, since he was fairly sure Jesse was one of the things his father was going to take time to accept, if he ever could. "Major, I know this isn't the life you saw for me-"
Michael held up a hand and he looked at the two men, standing together. "You never stop disappointing me," he said, though his tone was now sad instead of angry. With that he turned to follow his wife to the kitchen.
"And that's my father," Nicholas whispered to Jesse. "Sorry."