Moving to kneel by his mother, Jack took her hand and ran his thumb over the top. His blue eyes were worried, and he was still chewing on his lip. At least he was until she'd mentioned Varric. "Uncle Varric is a little more colorful with the insults now that I'm older. Or he will be."
He could tell that she was upset, and he leaned forward to hug her. "I'm sorry I came back in time, I really am. I know that my birth mother is in Heaven, and I love her, but you're my mum too. Of course there's a place for you. You taught me how to use a sword and tie forty kinds of knots. You taught me not to get stuck in riggings, and how to always make sure I know where every exit is in a room, just in case."
Hotch was leaning against the door that lead to the living room, and he wiped a suddenly damp cheek as he listened to ... well, his son, talking with Isabela.