[ indeed, it seemed like yesterday that kaz needed a stool in order to get to the top cabinets in their kitchen. tomassen reflects on it occasionally, though it clearly has hit his dear wife in a much different way than it has him. and so he laughs, gently nudging her away just enough so he can take her face in his hands, wiping away tears with a swipe of his thumb. ]

Good? [ incredulously, expression amused. ] We did fantastically. [ kaz, after all, was successful, beginning to heal, and able to make friends... for the most part. in his book, that meant their adventure into parenting was a large success. ] I think we may even be the best parents that have ever existed, even.

[ he presses a soft kiss to her lips, smile fond. ]

He's a good kid, with a good head on his shoulders. He'll be fine, Sofia.