He felt warm. All his grumps and concerns about Abraham were forgotten as he heard him call him son. It had been a while, it seemed, since he heard 'son' and even then it wasn't spoken by a man but his old mother. His mother he was slowly going to forget anyhow, and he didn't seem to mind at the moment. That would kick in later, but for now... now he had Henry.

He reached out to take hold of Henry's coat, just holding on and trailing behind him, seeming much more happy now, thought not saying much, like normal. David never really spoke much outside of the house, though he spoke more around school, because he had to.

For him, this was all he needed. He didn't need Abraham to come in and bother them. So yes, he could be good and eat dinner with Abraham, but he knew where his place was now.