Ma's asking about you again, Stevie. She wants to know when you'll be over for dinner. Heard your Mother was ill, Steve. We're here for you. I know you can get by on your own Steve. Thing of it is, you don't have to.

A cool hand wrapped round his shoulders masking the warmth Steve feels from his actions and the intentions of his family. Steve's smile is more genuine than many he's given of late. He's returning the one armed hug easily and his own laughter peals like the bells ringing in the holiday cheer.

"I'd be delighted to."