No, he's not really the ideal parental figure, and after hearing his son say bow chicka honk honk, he probably wasn't winning some Father of the Year awards anytime soon. But there was something to be said about when they were together and how he looked at his son, fond and pleased, and the things he tried to teach him. He tried, and he was proud, and he carried his picture, and...he loved his kid.

He missed him now.

"Hope single dads turn you on," he whispered, as inappropriate as always. His eyes were on the coffin, though, thinking of the child inside it, hearing the sadness in Sonia's smile rather than seeing it.

Shit.

"Yeah, I mean, sure." He walked to the side of the coffin, gaze flickering to the mom, watching her somberness and feeling it in himself. Junior kept clutching at his heart, just like Church - Alpha and Epsilon - did. Shit never got easier, not for anyone.

War was a bitch and damn was he sick of it.