[Reaching up to trace the furrow of his brow]

You're enough. More than enough. You can't...replace them...but you definitely are enough to fill the hole, okay? If I lost you, I couldn't recover from that.

[Frowns at that...pushing down a flash of hurt, trying to be as comforting and reassuring as possible]

It's not the same. You, B and C are my boys. You're the ones I'm going home with. You guys are my home.