[That's okay, Coop is more than willing to do hugs, and he crouches down with one knee on the ground to better return it - the gun was holstered a while ago now and he gladly wraps his arms around the boy (his son) without anything getting into the way of that hold.]
[He almost laughs at the other name, recognises what it has to be immediately, but he's also kind of tearing up himself as he looks over Tom's shoulder.]
I'm sorry, Tom, I didn't know.
[If he'd had any idea at all, he would have helped. He would.]
[And he'll just hug his son for a moment to try to convince him of that before he pulls back a little, to try to find his face.]
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[He almost laughs at the other name, recognises what it has to be immediately, but he's also kind of tearing up himself as he looks over Tom's shoulder.]
I'm sorry, Tom, I didn't know.
[If he'd had any idea at all, he would have helped. He would.]
[And he'll just hug his son for a moment to try to convince him of that before he pulls back a little, to try to find his face.]
Where's your sister?