[Well, you know, it's been a hard day for an eleven-year-old in a strange land trying to be a good brother and all, and the combination of relief at finally being recognized and the tone of Coop's voice is enough to send him dashing forward, burying his face somewhere in the vicinity of Coop's stomach and holding on tight.]

Me and Lily walked forever, Dad. And I carried her when she got tired and made sure she ate lunch and everything. Where were you?

[HE'S NOT CRYING BECAUSE HE IS A BIG KID AND STUFF. A big kid who really needs a hug.]