When the bell rings, Dane stirs in Joel's arms, makes a soft gurgling sound and then seems to go back to sleep. Still holding his son, Joel goes for the front door and opens it, giving Bach a grin when he sees him on the porch. "Hey," he says, stepping back, holding the door open with one hand, Dane still sleeping on his arm. He's small enough now that he can hold him with just one arm, but even so, he's surprisingly heavy.

"Come inside," he says, stepping back.