Cal leans into the touch instinctively. Contact is good.

"I was a shitty father most of his life," he says. "I'm lucky I got my head screwed on straight in time to be better with him before I, before I died. It's about the only thing I did get right in the end. Even if I did end up - leaving." May as well call it that. He knew what he was getting into when he made his choices in the last few days, after all.