*hugs you tighter and walks faster, wanting to get away before he goes back and does something he regrets*
He did mean it, son, and he won't take it back according to your equally traitorous grandfather. *swallows roughly and pats your back* When we get home we'll start packing, okay? We should get going to the sea before it gets too cold. You have to start school in a few weeks. Gosh, I hope your Mom is still speaking to me.