At the sound of his father's voice, Richard stopped dead in his tracks. His free hand balled into a fist as his other gripped Alex's tightly. There was so much that he could say, so much he wanted to say, but Alex was here. He wasn't alone with the man who'd made him the way he was. Who'd been a horrible and absent father. The man who had set things in motion that Richard still didn't understand to this day.

Yes, there could have been things that he could have said, but all that came out was cold and bitter enough to almost cut deep into anyone. "You're not here, and we're going."