"So I've learned." She smooths his shirt for a moment, absently. "I think he might even have liked you. Eventually, anyway. As long as he never knew that you'd been married or had a son or quite how old you are. I'm certain Mum would've. Lord, if you'd been in London, she would have fussed over you." The shirt's smoothed again before she reaches up and traces his features with his fingertips. "They must have been lovely, your parents."