Bryn/Jacob
"I shouldn't, but thank you." He said, still smiling as he watched her with the infant. His chest ached a little at the domestic scene, not just because he knew he was or had possibly missed his time with the family he was building. It made him wonder how his father had managed to do what he did. He understood being broken by the death of a loved one, perhaps not at the intensity of the loss of a spouse but he understood it could be painful. But he couldn't fathom abandoning a pair of innocent infants, and then children, for the first six years of their lives when they were all he had left of his beloved wife. And going countries and continents away to just try to bury his grief in work, Jacob couldn't stomach it.
Even Ethan Frye, a cold man of little humor and tolerance, had to have felt some guilt. Jacob himself already felt guilty and he hadn't met his child yet, nor had he been the one who made the choice to leave.
"He's a normal boy? I mean, with such a unique parentage, one would expect it to show in one way or another." He shrugged, "I am inexperienced with such things though, so I could be wrong."