"Calming, isn't it?" Darius's voice spoke out, bringing Michael back to his senses as he turned to his son,
"Hm, indeed son. So do you want to talk about what's going on? Your Mother and Quinn are starting to get worried."
Darius had positioned himself comfortably on the railings as he turned to look at his father, "And you? You're not worried?"
"Of course, I am. However if you wanted to tell me, you would have already. So, what's on your mind?" Michael replied with a small smile on his face, the type that reassured Darius whenever he felt unsure about himself...
With a sigh, Darius crossed over the railings to face the open waters, now seated atop the railings,
"How do I let go...?" He asked, not looking at his father. Michael was taken aback by the question, the sudden urge to ask what he meant was only stopped by the logical mind he had, he knew what he meant.