"It's cause for celebration," Will said, lacing his fingers with his. "No matter what happens next. And, and I know it's all kinds of complicated, and we don't know... there's a lot we don't know." What had happened to Jeremiah. What kind of lives the boys had lived. How Christopher would react, whether he'd even wait to listen or whether he'd just lash out in fear like his mother. So much they didn't know that could be waiting in the grass to bite them. Will shook his head, pushing those thoughts determinedly to one side. "But he didn't know anything for so long. He's spent thirty years not knowing. And now he knows one of his boys is alive, and right here in the city. And you gave that to him. Whatever happens, that's something worth celebrating."