You will come...
Damn it...
Goren didn't know what to do.
On the one hand he didn't want to traumatize the little boy.
But on the other hand...
He really wanted to see John.
But should he give in to the child's whims...
At the risk of being rejected by him...
When he would see the horror on her face.
Goren couldn't bear the thought of being rejected...
Or of being a vision of horror for Eames' nephew.
He loved this child too much.
Goren still remembered the first time he saw John.
The day he was born.
Such a beautiful baby...
So chubby.
And so small in his arms.
He had immediately fallen for this little guy.
And as John grew...
He became even more attached to him.
Well...
Maybe for once...
He had to forget his anguish...
And go join John, and Eames in the living room.
After all...
What did he really have to lose...
One more look of fear...
What difference did it make.
Goren was saing this...
But he didn't think a word of it.
It was different this time.
The person...
He knew her well...
That fear of rejection...
That vision of fear.
But above all...
Goren cared about this child.
He took a deep breath, and taking his courage in both hands, put his hand on the handle and slowly lowered it, opened the door, and walked out of his room.
He was doing this for John...
Yes...
Only for the little boy.
Big steps, poorly insured, were made heard.
Eames lifted his eyes from the cards, and looked in the direction of sounds of the footsteps.
Her heart stopped dead, before the vision under his eyes.
She discovered a hesitant Goren, on the threshold of the salon entrance, who did not dare to enter the room.
Then he had come.
In spite of his fear of the look of his fellow man...
Goren had come.
And Eames knew to whom she owed this miracle.
She looked at little John, who was hiding his cards well in his hand, and who was afraid that she would look at them.
She put her hand on his shoulder and patted him gently.
- John... Look...
John looked at her skeptically, and she indicated with her hand the entrance to the living room.
Was it a trick of his aunt...
To cheat...
And look at her cards.
My God...
When was her nephew going to stop thinking she wanted to look at her cards.
But what a bad player.
Good...
If that was the only way.
Eames put his cards down on the face side, uncovering his game.
At this gesture, John looked up from his cards, and looked in the direction his aunt had indicated.
At the sight of Goren, his face lit up.
He put his cards down on the table, and hurriedly got up and ran in Goren's direction.
Arrived at its height, he threw himself on his legs, wrapped his little arms around, and pressed herself against him.
So Bobby had come...
It was wonderful.
At this affectionate gesture, Goren blushed violently, put his hand on the back of his neck, turned his face away, all embarrassed.
He did not expect such a welcome.
Goren had expected everything...
Except this.
A gesture of retreat...
And fear.
But not at all.
How was it possible…
It was a real miracle.
And his name was John.
Goren turned his eye to Eames, who had a big smile on his lips, nodded his head.
- Bobby...
At John's questioning voice, Goren looked at the little boy, and discovered two big azure eyes looking at him adoringly.
Good God...
But what was that admiring look...
Didn't John see the scar that disfigured the whole left side of his face...
It was perfectly insane.
He...
Who had been so afraid of rejection...
Of the fear of the child discovering his face.
But not at all.
- Auntie Alexa... You were right. John turned his big azure eyes on his aunt, looking very serious. The scar gives her a mysterious charm...
At his innocent words, Eames blushed violently, her heart pounding in her chest, and looked away in embarrassment.
- John.
At the voice of Eames vibrating of reproach, John shrugged his shoulders.
What had he said wrong...
He had only repeated what Auntie Alexa had told him.
So there was nothing wrong.
And then...
If she didn't want him to tell Goren...
She just didn't have to tell him.
And he wouldn't have told Goren.
And then...
What was that...
The way her aunt reacted...
She was all red.
As if...
Ah the grown-ups...
Impossible to understand them.
Damn it...
No but really...
What a brat.
Eames should have known...
That sooner or later...
John would bring back what she had told him about Goren.
A mysterious charm...
Had Goren heard the little boy's words...
It couldn't be...
Eames could not have said such a thing.
Or at least think so.
And yet...
That way of looking away, of being embarrassed, pink-cheeked, not daring to look at him...
Then it would be possible...
Eames was not repulsed by his face...
No.
It was impossible.
Goren had to get that out of his head.
A woman like Eames...
Could never be interested in a man like him...
Especially not with that face.
- You're coming Bobby... John took Goren's large hand in his, intertwined his little fingers with hers, and pulled him, forced him to follow. We're going to join Auntie Alexa who's all red.
- That's enough John...
At Eames' angry voice, John turned to Goren, and gave him a big smile.
At the little boy's big smile, Goren's heart warmed.
He let himself be guided by little John, who made him sit next to a red-faced Eames, who didn't dare to look at him.
John went to his seat, on the right side, right next to Auntie Alexa.
He gathered the cards in his hands, and having made a pile, began to shuffle them, and to deal.
- Let's play... He looked up at Auntie Alexa with his big, bright, serious eyes, and laid them on Goren.. And no cheating, both of you.