Taking a sip of the hot black brew was enough to help him focus again, his eyes rising from the cup to Tony. Howard propped himself on the edge of the desk, lowering the cup till his wrist rested on his thigh.
"I was having dinner with your mother the other evening, and she let slip a few things. And when I did some more research I found that... " He paused for a moment, inhaling before continuing. "... I wasn't a father to you who'd be nominated for Father of the Year."