It just about breaks Luke's heart, to know that's the first question Jack asks and he shakes his head hard before he crawls carefully into the bed beside Jack, sitting up against the headboard and collecting him into his arms. Maybe if they just stay right here, just like this, it might still all prove to be a dream. In five minutes, when neither of them appear in the kitchen, Reid will walk into the room and see them and he'll pretend to be exasperated to find that neither of them are out of bed yet, but his smile and his eyes will be endlessly fond and forgiving. Maybe if they wait just a little while longer, Luke won't have to say the things he knows need to be said.

"No, honey, you weren't bad," he promises softly. "Not at all."

He's quiet again for a moment, stroking Jack's hair and then he takes a breath and says, "I have to tell you something, Jack. Something that's going to make you sad and maybe mad and I don't want to have to say it, but I do."

He wishes more than ever that it wasn't true, that Reid would just come into the room and make it so Luke never has to say these words and the longer he waits, the angrier Luke gets with him until he realizes there's nothing to be angry about because Reid would never have done this to them by choice. Never. He's been taken from them by some other force he'll never understand. And he has to say it. He chose to bring Jack into his care and that means everything, it means being present in the good moments, but it means taking care of the hard ones, too, and so Luke steels himself for the words he knows have to come.

"Your dad went home."