"Dad." Alex's voice brought him out of his thoughts, and he gasped softly, wiping his face, unsure of when he'd started crying.

"Hey, what are you cooking up?" Alex grinned as Damon turned in the tub, putting his elbows on the side. Alex reached out and put his hands on Damon's forearms.

Damon looked at the hands before looking back at the big brown eyes that looked up at him. He was still smiling softly, and he leaned forward, kissing Damon's cheek lightly. Damon smirked when Alex pulled away his hands, but not leaving Damon's arms. Alex's face fell, and his eyes dropped to the floor.

"I am sorry you...