Bach sighed, crossed his arms, tried to look away. Isaac didn't deserve this, but he wasn't going to keep him from this either. Not like the night could get any worse.

Isaac's hand found hers, trying to pull her down, probably for a kiss or for a hug, babbling about babies and candy and whatnot. Bach was just glad his son was smiling for the first time in like a week.
The question of "Where's our baby?" brought him right back into the horribleness of it all.