"Ura, no more apologies, you are family. You always have been." Satisfied that that was all he needed to say on the matter, he released Ura and stepped back, straightening his shirt, "I know you are nearly four times my senior, but looking at you now I can’t help but see the face of a boy barely in his twenties," he let out a rich, familiar laugh. "But you look good Ura, you look good." "You are still a few steps from the grave old man, maybe after lunch we’ll catch up on some sparring," he cleared his throat and retorted in an even tone. Richard was still smiling, "You will be pretty disappointed if you came back here for that." Ura’s expression became more serious, "Actually no. I came here to ask your permission on something very important to me." This is a picture of Ura holding his son Adan. The excerpt is from something that goes along with the picture, and the entire 'short story' (scene description) will be found on my website when it's done.