Roger was at his desk it was litered with papers and files. At the head was a statue of a wolf.  He smiled gently to Sean.  "Take a seat Sean."  He pointed to the soft chairs and then folded hsi hands and rested his chin on them.  When he sat, he sighed.  "Sean, I love your mother very much.  I know that you walked in on us while we were in a.."  He looked for the right word.  "In a position."  He winced, he didnt like it but he went on.  "Would you like to talk about it?"  He looked at him.  He was handlling him like he was an adult, and was being careful.  He also looked deep into the boy.  He was his.  Something just swelled inside of him at that realization.<br/><br/>Damien soon got up and went to her and sat in the darkest corner of the room.  "How are you."  He sighed.  "Sorry for freaking out on you."  He looked down.<br/><br/>Rose bristled.  How dare he talk to her in such a manner and grin at her like that.  She could claw off his face, if only she had some nails left.  She leaned back and crossed her arms and shook her head.  Fine then, she could be a prisoner that he despised and didnt trust.  No big deal.