He leans back, looking like a kid seeking comfort from a parent. The smell of the cigar smoke is strangely comforting, a reminder that as much as it feels like he's building a house of cards on a seismic fault, some things haven't changed.

"He doesn't get it when I try to talk about it. He's still trying to fix it."

He might be able to fix the situation, but he can't fix him.