Kitt was particularly grateful for that, especially in light of what was to come.
If he realized what was going on, matching the cadence of Miniver's voice with that of Palm's playing, he would have studied and analyzed it and while he probably wouldn't be able to completely figure it out, he also probably would never understand the magic behind it. That was as it should be.
His divorce. Right then. Really, that was where it had all started. Sort of. He might have had these tendencies before then, given his experiences with Ares, but his divorce had triggered them. He took a deep breath, squeezing Miniver's hand again before starting.
"I don't really know what happened there." He shook his head. "My wife and I had - have - a son, Gideon. He only a little over a year old the last time I saw him. He'll grow up not even remembering me." He had to close his eyes, but he couldn't help the tears that escaped. He wiped them away with his other hand before continuing. "She was pregnant with triplets - girls. We were so excited. We argued while she was pregnant - she was military, or had been, and wanted to keep up with some of her training. But she was always careful. The babies were the most important thing. And she always made sure to keep her appointments with the doctor. She did everything she could." He paused, gathering his thoughts, still holding tightly onto Miniver's hand. "She lost them. I don't. It wasn't her fault. It just happened. We lost our babies. She blamed herself. She was consumed by guilt at what she'd done, or hadn't done. It wasn't her fault. But she couldn't look at me. She wouldn't talk to me. She shut down. She shut me out and wouldn't let me in. Maybe if I'd tried harder. She told me to leave. I thought it would help if I did, but maybe if I had refused... I don't know. I left, like she wanted. And then she was serving me with divorce papers." He took another deep breath, eyes still squeezed tightly shut.