just want stuff to be stuff.”
Chris stared at him for several seconds.
Then he reached over and covered our son’s hand with his.
“I’m sorry, Captain.”
Ethan shrugged, keeping his eyes on the plastic field.
“I know you’re sad. I’m sad too.”
Chris nodded.
“I know. But you’re still here, Captain” he said gently. “And I’ve been acting like my job is to watch every second instead of being in it with you.”
Ethan finally looked up.
“So you’re admitting I’m right?”
Chris blinked.
“Absolutely not.”
Ethan grinned.
“Too
