Chapitre 291: A Bitter Reunion 

"Are you nervous?" Henry asked John when he parked the car in front of Cynthia's mansion. 

"Not really," 

Henry eyed John's leg that shook all through the ride from the airport. Having spent a whole week with him in Istanbul with minimal to no separation at all, he knew that John was the quiet type, just not to that degree. 

He placed a hand on his son's shoulder, "I am here for you, and this," his neck jerked sideways pointing to the place that John struggled to forget all about for so long, "This is your home, your waters…"

John sighed, "I guess I forgot how to swim,"

Henry's hand squeezed John on the shoulder, his heart fluttered every time he touched John, it made finding him after years all the more real, "Swimming is something you only think you can forget, but you can't really, it's in here," he brushed a thumb on his son's forehead then lowered his hand to place it on his heart, enjoying how fast it was beating, "And in here,"