He nodded, once again with understanding. "Yeah. I know the feeling. Then again, there are probably worse things to inherit than luck with women. I really oughta stop complaining."
"Compared to Thomas' childhood, we were the Cleavers. But he's got Harry, and his sisters, and I have... my parents, and sometimes Dex. And Ava. It works out." He grinned at the mention of Ginger, "I was never a fan of the ditsy Hollywood model. I'd rather have a girl that might have known what was going on, at one point."