Sounds just like the baba you've told me about, Leo.

[ He combs his fingers through his hair at the back, consoling with the quake that he can feel against his chest, under his palm, in his bones. She'll be okay, Suzu. She's made of tougher stuff. ]

It's okay. [ It isn't. But this is okay. To be vulnerable is okay. ] You know what we can do? We can sneak you in, get around all that shit with your parents, give you a chance to see her without havin' to deal with them. Figure it out in no time.