"Yeah, that sounds like Dad."

Tony kicks his shoes off, tucks his feet under him, and curls up—the same way he does with Sherry, come to think, and the next time Sherry comes here he'll probably see that, and you know what, Tony doesn't care. He's making his own rules right now. They can deal with how fucked up this is later.

"I miss him too," he whispers, resting his head on Obadiah's shoulder. Not that Obie doesn't know that. Obie maybe knows that better than anyone.