"And John is my son," Ellen pointed out, just as calmly, and faced her properly then. "And I want him to be happy." She glanced around the hallway for a few seconds, eyeing the family photos on the wall for a second, before a thought struck her, lips twisting into a rueful smile. "Believe me, this was not what I prepared him for. I imagine you probably feel the same." If for different reasons. "But who am I to argue with love?"