"Jesus Christ," Daniel muttered, and pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes as he felt tears burning in them. He hadn't cried in front of his children since Léon had died on the table in the ER. He'd managed to keep it in even when his in-laws in their grief had blamed him for it, and had convinced his daughter to go to school in London - to be safe, thousands of miles away from him.

It therefore took a few moments before he felt like he could speak without his voice betraying him. He could feel Gaël staring at him even before he looked up. "Yes, you are an adult." Now, at least. "Yes, you can decided who you want to have sex with. I can't stop you. Hell, I didn't even try to stop you in high school, Gaël, and trust me, your sex life was one of the top reasons I didn't sleep at night." Not the only one, of course. But between that and being alone for the first time in his adult life, Daniel hadn't been getting much rest Gaël's junior year.

"But...Jesus Christ. You weren't an adult then! You were a kid. You're still a kid. My kid." He stood up and pushed his hands through his hair and paced across the room twice before he spoke again.

"Please tell me that at least you understand why I'm upset," he said. "Please tell me you at least get that."