Harry sinks onto the sofa after a long day at the office. Ruth is upstairs showering and Harry has poured himself a drink. Suddenly there's a doorbell ringing and he's immediately on edge. It's late and it's rare for them to have company, at least friendly company. He picks a handgun as he goes to the front door. He looks out through the peephole and is surprised to see his son on the other side of the door. He tucks his gun into his back waistband and opens the door. "Graham," Harry says quietly.
"Hi dad. I hope you're not upset; mum gave me your address. I needed to talk to you." Graham says seriously.
"Come on in. My partner is upstairs in the shower. I'll just let her know you're here so she doesn't come down indecently dressed or anything. Make yourself at home." Harry ushers his son into the house. He heads upstairs to catch Ruth before she comes downstairs. "Hey Ruth?" Harry asks as he walks into the bathroom.
"What's up Harry?" Ruth asks as she runs her fingers through her wet hair.
"Graham's downstairs, so when you come down to join us just make sure you're dressed and we'll order some dinner." Harry tells Ruth.
"Are you sure you want me to be there when you talk to Graham? Maybe it should just be the two of you." Ruth suggests to Harry.
"No, I want you to meet Graham. It's important to me that you meet him. I'm going downstairs to talk to him. You come and join us when you're ready." Harry softly kisses Ruth before he goes back downstairs.