Finally, for Charlie, the session ended. At dinner that night, Alan had an idea. If only his younger son could remember the good times and the wonderful relationship he had with Margaret, then maybe the path could be paved for forgiveness. Thankfully, Don was there as well .

"Charlie, do you remember when we all went to San Fransico when you were ten?" Alan carefully began his plan.

"I guess" Charlie shrugged.

"That was a great trip!" Alan beamed. "Going as a family, riding the cable cars..."

"Yeah it was fun" Charlie admitted.

"Mom invented all sorts of games during the drive there"the agent smiled.

"Don complained because he didn't wanna be without Jenna" Charlie teased as Don gave him a look.

"I remember" Alan was happy to see his younger son in a slightly lighter mood.

"Those were great times!" Don said wistfully, missing his mother.

"We'd split sometimes, when you and your mother would go to museums .She loved going tothem with you" Alan added. " and it gave Don and me some father son time.."

"It would have been nice to go to museums with my biological father" Charlie began, as Don and Alan looked at each other. "Not to mention getting to go on trips with him, Dawn, Marc, and my grandfather"

"So much for that" Alan thought.

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"How is therapy going?" David asked Charlie the next day, as the two got lunch at one of CalSci's cafeterias.

"Okay..." Charlie shrugged and got himself a tray, as well as a plate and some utencils. He didn't want to really talk about it.

"I went to a therapist after my wife died" David remembered. "It was my father's idea. He didnt' believe that work was enough therapy"

"Did it help?"

"Some...at least with my depression at the time." the artist shared ,while picking pizza, and pasta with cream sauce.

Charlie advised suddenly after a bit, as if he didn't want to talk about loss and grieving."You should eat healthier"

"It affects my art if I just eat salad." he said as Charlie rolled his eyes. When they were done picking their food, the two men sat down. Soon, Larry came to join them.

"Hey Larry!" David smiled. He had sensed that the physicist was a good friend to his son.

"How are you, David?"

"Great, trying to eat this so called pizza" David frowned at his food. "The cheese looks funky"

"The key is to eat the pizza within five minutes after it leaves the oven. "Larry advised.

David decided."I'll stick to the pasta then..."

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Meanwhile, at the house, Alan had a talked to Margaret's wedding picture.

"I know that it's painful that he hasn't forgiven you, but he will, I promise. Charlie just needs time." A while later, he made himself a ribeye steak sandwhich with lots of mayo.Then, ate it in front of the T.V. For him, a treat once in a while was no big deal and felt that he deserved it as Gunther had pushed him hard that morning. Suddenly, the door opened, and before Alan could do anything, an angry Charlie demanded.

"What are you doing?"

Something told Alan that Charlie wasn't going to be as patient about this as Don had been.

TBC