Bruce's heart beats a little faster at that, and he eyes him again, but no; he's not a little kid anymore. He doesn't need to be afraid of his father, which is dreamily the perfect reason for why he'll stand up for Lydia now, adrenaline racing and gluing his feet to the spot.

"Then we face him," he says calmly, but he's not calm. Not at all. He glances over his shoulder at her, and then holds his hand out to her.