William looks at Jack for another long moment and then hides his face against Sam's leg. "Honey, it's okay," Sam says, and smoothes her hand across the top of William's soft hair. "You had a long, busy day and you're tired. You didn't expect to see Uncle Jack today, I know. You want to go in your room for a little bit and chill? I think Socks is sleeping on your bed. I'll come in there in a little while and we'll read a story or something. How's that?"

"'kay," William murmurs, his voice muffled against her leg, and after a moment he peels himself away from her and shuffles down the hall to his room. Sam waits until he's out of earshot to say, "He's lost a lot. It's nobody's fault, it's not like it's something anyone can control, but he doesn't understand it yet."