“Just sayin’.” The teen shrugged easily before his mother’s arm appeared around his shoulders. The description of the act he’d asked about had made him uneasy; had also unsettled his mother, if Oliver could read the man right. “Sorry, Mom.” He mumbled - for asking about the act or if his father employed it, even he didn’t know.
“It’s alright.” Luke answered, kissing the side of Oliver’s head, not thinking that the boy might be too old enough for such an act of affection. Luckily, they were home by themselves with no one to watch or judge. He gave the boy a squeeze and rubbed his back. “It was an innocent enough question and I bet I would’ve asked the same about my own father if I’d had the chance and knowledge you have.”
