"He must be if you helped raising him." She gives his forearm a little affectionate squeeze with true heartfelt words. Eleanor has no doubts Alfred would have made a great father.

He is one, even if there's no blood ties between that boy and him.

As much as she wants to throw a million questions his way, she doesn't want to overwhelm him. And so, she focuses on grabbing the tea pot and pouring their drinks instead.

"Is she? I was wondering if she'd go back to California with her friends." She muses outloud. "How is she - How is she handling things?"