Ross started at the tv, some useless reality show he wasn't really watching. James had come round so they could talk, usually he would kick him out straight away, but today he really didn't have the energy.
"Are you okay, son?" James finally broke the silence. Ross looked up at his father who was sat on the sofa next to him, staring with a frown on his face. Ross wasn't okay, he hasn't been for a while, everywhere he looks he is reminded of the bad things he has done, but he can't let his father know that, he can't let anyone know that.
"Arnt I always" Ross huffed sarcastically. He knew his father could always tell when he was lying, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.
"You know you can always talk to me" James said, putting a hand on his sons shoulder which ross quickly shrugged off.
"What's there to say? That I've fucked everything up" Ross out his head in his hands, the tears threatening to fall.
"You haven't fucked up, you've just made a few wrong choices" James once again out his hand on his sons shoulder, ross made no attempt to move it.
"Finn almost died because of me, Donna did die" Ross didn't bother hiding the tears now.
"Finn doesn't blame you, okay? And Donna, she made her own decisions, she chose to get involved just as much as you did." James pulled his son into a hug and held him as he cried in his arms.