Harold said, "Bright, you know, it wasn't your fault--"
Bright smiled at his dad, a little sickly. He pushed his breakfast away from him. "Y'know, what's funny? Colin told me that." He looked down. "I know it wasn't my fault."
His dad nodded, slowly.
Bright said, "you'd think it would make it easier, that I believed Colin when he said that." He stared at his father, smile dropping and face drooping. "I just still miss him. It's not any easier."
Bright's dad looked down at his own untouched coffee and eggs. "I know, son," he answered quietly.