"Definitely," he says, putting the kettle on for his coffee, and then going to raid the freezer for ice cubes. A tall glass of ice water coming right up. "Though sometimes it's a bit of walking a razor's edge, in not spying on him and not being too distant. I mean, he's a grown man and can take care of himself. But at the same time..." He makes a face. "Even if I never got to know him when he was little, he's still my son. I worry and fuss and all that."