Hemingway was happy to be close, aware that just being physically present was sometimes enough - even though he was often amazed that he could be of any reassurance at all just by being himself.
"Oh, yeah. Kind of puts things in perspective sometimes, to hear him giggling away," he admitted. He'd felt that with his own kids, too. Everything could be going to shit, and their happy innocence had made all the grown ups problems seem utterly insignificant and ridiculous.
"He is. Give yourself some credit for that," he insisted.