Paul
Hector was, not directly, but sorta maybe a little, avoiding his parents.
Because it was extremely awkward.
But sometimes, he just.
He'd spent his entire life aware, growing up in the awkwardness of knowing that every time his father looked at him, he also saw his lost lover. And every time he saw his father, seeing a past life love and a loss- because he'd never experience that love again. The soul deep, stomach dropping, startling, cross universes ununderstandable love that gutted both of them.
And sometimes that pain felt good too, because it meant he could love that deeply, he'd been loved that deeply. Paul's presence made him sad for loss, but it also made him deeply joyous because he loved his father paternally and. Paul's soul made his joyous.
So he showed up with two cups of coffee, sliding one over to Paul and sat quietly.