James took his last shot, missing again. "Your turn, son."
The "son" comment was direct and intentional. The two men exchanged a look of realization. Nick would be accepted playing a larger role in his daughters life, and full trust was given. Nick pressed his lips together and gave her father a nod, thanking him silently. Before James put his cuestick down, he put his arm around Nick. "I don't think we need to finish up this game, we both won, didn't we?"
Again, Nick nodded his head.