Tom's own thoughts were far from JR's. He gave his son a nod and stepped inside. The lump in his throat restricted his words. The few ones he thought he might manage were reserved for a much more horrific situation.
He almost stumbled over one of the kid's toys - a tiny Na'vi figure - and cursed. Thomas Sully rarely cursed. "Uhm, Izzy?" he asked as loudly as he managed. Then he stopped and listened. Usually the sounds of kids gave her position away.