Just shrugging off the man's words at first, knowing they made sense, knowing he'd have to deal with her like any other kid, he sighed when the man seemed to freeze in his own comfort and he stepped closer, putting his hand on the man's back again, his form of physical comfort that was PG, "Hey, come on, Toby, you'll know her better than I ever will, alright? She may not be the exact Holly you know, but she's still yours, alright? She likes you, she trusts you, okay?" He put his forehead against the other man's, "You're already being a good dad, trying to protect her from me, right?" He nudged the man, trying to get him to smile, "I'm a large, strange man with a crucifix tattoo'd on my arm, after all." There was a reason his wives had loved Chris-He tried to be worth their love for a while. With Toby, he'd be trying longer than with anyone, and he didn't feel like stopping yet-a fact that amazed him and confused him to no end, but now wasn't the time to dwell on it.