Nodding as he listened, Godric rested his mouth against his hand, elbow on his knee. Wesley didn't usually invade his space unless he needed something, unless something was unsettling him. It had been quite a while since he had come looking to Godric for comfort. And while he might not admit it aloud, Godric did miss Wesley coming to him when he needed comfort.
"Why does that scare you?" he asked softly. "He's your dad, I'm sure he just misses you. And you're doing very well for yourself. You've got a good job, you and Mandy seem to be getting on well..." You've got some odd relationship with Hope that I've yet to beat you over.. Clearing his throat slightly, Godric pushed aside the swell of anger that rose briefly in his chest, instead focusing on the matter at hand. "What's wrong?"