"I'm...I'm not sure," Anakin began, completely honest in his answer. "I only met my step-brother once and didn't really get the chance to know him. I can't give you a proper answer on that one, son, but I apologize for him not telling you the truth."
When the boy question about him really being his father, Anakin was just about to start spurting off more explanations when the boy hugged his waste. Anakin stood there frozen for a few minutes, arms in the air as if he were walking through something he didn't want to touch. It wasn't until he realized that the boy was crying, did he lower his guard and start to relax. With much awkwardness, Anakin put his flesh and to the boy's mess of blonde hair, his gloved hand going to his back to pat it in what he hoped was a soothing manner.
"It's...it's alright. Don't cr--just, let it out. It's fine. No one's here to see you cry. Just...I'm here. We're here now. Nothing's going to happen to you ever again. I won't let it."