Conor took a moment to give his son a brief hug while he rested his head on his shoulder. He loved these tender touches and moments of companionship with his family. They made him feel wanted and they reminded him how much his life was different now. He hardly thought of his past anymore. He had everything he needed in this one room. A family. When Thomas started talking to his mom Connor returned back to eating. Though he did listen into their conversation with a light laugh at his son's antics.<br/><br/>Conor was far too practical a guy to understand things like imagination and creativity. Yes he could fix just about anything. He was not however an artist. He had no bones in his body for any of it. Outside of the fact he could sing decently well, and carry a good tune. He was no where near musically talented like his son. He was a working man. A hands on kind of guy who did not do books or really anything that involved sitting still. He had far too much energy and not enough of an attention span for any of it. He always marvelled at where his son could get his talents from. His wild imagination and vibrant ideas. It was definitely something that always took Conor by storm.<br/><br/>Conor knew that Alexia wouldn't be riding in her state. Or at least he assumed she wouldn't be. He didn't actually know without asking her. He wondered though if he should join the riding. It was a dilemma. On one hand he absolutely loved to ride. On the other he wasn't sure he wanted to leave his wife all alone. He just didn't know what he should do. He would ask Alexia before they headed out if she would mind him riding or would rather have him stay with her. She would tell him honestly. She always did. He loved that about her. He had just been about to open his mouth to ask her when Alexia left the table. It would have to wait then.<br/><br/>Conor watched with worried eyes as his wife left the table. Her 'needing fresh air' a cue for I need space. He'd learned that lesson. He prided himself on being able to learn what others needed around him. So he stayed sitting at the table and watched her leave. He'd go after her if she didn't come back after a little bit. For now he'd respect her need for space and time alone. After all he himself often sought alone time. He just hoped she wasn't upset over something he didn't know about. He didn't like not knowing things. It always upset him deeply whenever secrets were kept from him.<br/><br/>"You bet," Conor responded to his son's comment. A bright smile curving his feature. He loved to teach his son how to saddle the horses and would gladly do so today. He always found it a fun exercise. "I'll even give you a piggyback ride to the barn if you like," Conor offered. He always did enjoy playing games with his son. He was strong and his physical strength made some of the harder tasks easier for him. He might not be good at boardgames or most imagination games, but he was good at sports and always enjoyed lifting his son. Or tossing him over his shoulder to throw him in a carefully constructed giant pile of leaves.  When Thomas took his plate he gave a smile and thanked his son for doing it. "Thanks Thomas," Conor said brightly as he watched his son take the plates back to the sink.