Tommy didn't know why weird makes something in him flinch, but it did. He ignored it. "That's good. They should have all those people protecting them and looking out for them."

Tommy looked amused at the hum. There'd been nothing to do in their little room of captivity, aside from the obvious. All the entertainment had come from themselves. He'd heard Teddy sing before, and Teddy had heard them. Tommy wasn't great at it, but he wasn't going to make anyone's ears bleed. The context of hearing it again though ... just worlds different. This wasn't Tommy whining at Teddy to sing something until it got the crappy song Tommy had stuck in his head unstuck. It was a dad, singing to his kids. "You were wrong you know," he said, voice a very quiet undertone. "When you said you weren't a good dad, as you. You're a really good dad."