"Uh, whatever you wanna do," he answers, staring at the fire and the huge couch as he follows Alex into a kitchen. He's here because she asked him to be and he likes spending time with her either way, but he knows he's shit about reaching out. Especially lately, given how distracted he's been.

"Good," he says, tearing his gaze from the couch finally. "Shit, uh, yeah. Real good. My kid's here. From home."