Toby nodded, leading them down the hall after catching sight of the blonde braid hanging over the step. She wouldn't be that obvious about listening in, he knew.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just... shock, y'know? I- I was expecting to have an hour or so to deal with the reality of being a dad again, but she stumbles in, hungry, going on about the trip she took with some girl I supposedly know-" He showed them in to the kitchen, where the remnants of grilled cheese and milk lunch were still scattered over the counter.
"Her memories are... off. I don't think she remembers... any of it." What happened to her mom, her brother, the kidnapping... the relief at that alone was enough to get him a bit sick. He reached into the fridge to pull out a beer- in truth, he wanted something harder, but even the thought of really drinking around his daughter- with only Chris as his back up- scared the shit out of him.