explain why keeping her from him was for the best. Though he would probably ask anyway.
"Even if you couldn't see me I was watching over you." Her hand came up to the vack of his head comfortingly, "always. I had to make sure my baby was okay"
She got up from her seat, and moved over to his, pulling him into a hug, his head pressed against her torso. "My poor boy" maybe the cafe wasn't a good location if he was going to embarrass her and cry.
"Your grandfather did what he thought was best for you." She wouldn't
Maybe i wouldn't be where I was if I had you..
[He said regretfully as if his life had been one ginormous mistake. He swallowed back bile in his throat. Sick at the thought of his life being this pathetic.]