[He has so many questions, so many things he wants to know. Why does she look like him? Why would they say it was an accident of all things? How is Mom holding up after everything? But for now, the most important thing is Katie. Questions can wait.

He pats her hair, like he'd done many times after scraped knees or mis-steps, shushing her quietly.]

That's because you're smart, Katie. I've got you. Get it out. I'm not going anywhere now, ok? I'll stay here as long as you need me to. Ramble if you have to.