"We're all doing well," he says, a touch more brightness coming into his face at the mention of Jessie.

(That's the reaction he doesn't mind being visible. There's the other one that he's trying to stifle, as always; it has to do with how much weight his father has lost, how pale he is, how the faint grayish-blue tint of cyanosis is visible under his fingernails.)

"I'm afraid I'm turning into the kind of father who carries vidcaptures around. If you'd like to see one."