Fin blinked at Laurel, surprised at the question. "... Uh..." he sighed as he sat down, but not too close to Amela. After awhile he asked, "How old is he?"

"He's 23," Laurel replied, "How old are you?"

"... Fourteen," Fin replied. Ten years was a long time.

Laurel nodded a little, waiting for the next question.

After awhile he asked, not looking at Laurel, "... Does he know where dad is?"

Laurel was quiet for awhile, "... He's dead; been dead for many years," she said softly, "I'm sorry, Fin."

Fin swallowed a little. He didn't want to hear that. He didn't say anything for a long time as he looked at the ground.

"I don't know what happened," Laurel admitted after a moment, "That's something only Nic can tell you. I'm so sorry."

Fin still said nothing for a long time. Then he asked quietly, "Is... there any other family?"

Laurel was quiet for a moment as she thought it through, "Not that he has mentioned to me," she decided after a moment.

Fin took some time to let that sink in quietly.

"But I've only known him for about six months," she said hurriedly, "And there's a lot about his life and past that he hasn't shared with me yet."

After another few moments, Fin slowly got up and started walking away quietly.

Laurel let him, staring at the table.

Fin was gone for a good long time.

After some debating, Laurel decided to stay, petting a sleeping Amela gently.