Harry did as he was told and joined Karl on the porch. There were two large oak rocking chairs, and a slider with chipped paint that had seen better days that squeaked when pushed too fast. Harry chose the slider anyway, and was pleased when Karl sat next to him. "Nice night out," Harry remarked. The plants hanging all around the eaves were just starting to unfurl, and the back yard was filled with all the usual toys every four-year old should have. Big wheel, sandbox complete with a pail and hand-shovel, a tent tilting listlessly in the corner of the yard, expedition helmet tossed carelessly in the freshly mowed spring grass. The stars were just starting to appear in the blue-black night sky; it really was a lovely night. Harry filled both glasses, and saluted Karl. "You've created a fine home here. Should be proud." "I'm away too much for all that," Karl replied as he clinked his glass against Harry's. "But I thank you for the lie." "You love your family. Providing for them isn't a lie." "Some days I'd rather be here playing with Hunter and making sand castles at the beach." "We all have those days," Harry said, and held out a hand for Karl to take. Their fingers slid together, safe and familiar, a small habit they both still cherished. "Am I doing the right thing?" Karl mused, frown marring the skin between his brows. Harry reached over and soothed the spot. "Second doubts are only human," he replied. "But you're a tremendous father. Hunter knows he's loved, no matter where you are." "It's not enough to love him." Harry squeezed Karl's hand again until Karl looked up. Harry's smile was kind. "It's more than enough, as long as you mean it." "Thank you for coming," Karl said, and rested his head on Harry's shoulder. "Means a lot that you're here." "And I always will be." Harry dropped a light kiss to Karl's forehead, smile blossoming from somewhere deep inside him. "You can count on it."
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