Jacob ran and did not stop till he got home, the familiar red wooden house like a warming beacon.
He phased back as he reached the porch, grabbing a pair of his shorts hanging on a rail, still there from when he had last been there. Nothing had changed.
"DAD.."
He looked for his father, he was in the lounge. Jacob walked up to him and sat on the floor on his knees and buried his head in his chest.
The feel of his father hand stoking his hair, it felt good, he didn't ask what was wrong he just gave him the comfort he craved.