Neville had done a really good job steeling himself this entire trip. He hadn't cried when he met with his father in his grandmother's garden and he hadn't started in when he stood in the doorway, but now with his mother beckoning him over, Neville could feel it coming. He crossed the room quickly and reached out to take her hand. The same woman who didn't even recognize him was now fully alert and it was enough to make him well up. He took a deep shaky breath before managing to get some words out.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner..." he said. "I wanted to." He didn't know what else to say. He wanted to hug his father and his mother, but she had a concussion and he was having a moment, which was understandable. He didn't expect either of them to fully accept what was happening immediately, but having them there and fully aware was enough.