“Everything’s going to be fine.”
Theta—no, he likes to be called Theodore now—smiles up at his father as Nicolas straightens his tie for him. The man takes his time, tries to be careful and precise as he works.
The simple truth is that he’s trying not to cry. His little boy, all grown up and about to go out into the world, and no one prepared him for this moment.
“I think it’s straight, Dad,” his son says, shifting under his attention. Nic lets his hands fall away. No, not away, just moves them to Theodore’s shoulders.
“I’m proud of you, kid. More proud than you’ll ever know.”
“Yeah. Um… Listen, D is waiting for me and…”
“Go ahead,” Nic sighs, as he watches the boy run off to find his friend he manages not to flinch when his sister’s hand comes to rest on his shoulder.
“Everything’s going to be fine,” she says, her voice soft but weighty as her own hand comes to rest on his shoulder.
“Yeah,” he agrees, smiling through his tears. “Yeah, it is.”