Honestly Anna's a little relieved, because the tension building around Lloyd immediately evaporates when he lets the dam break. It's-- ugly tears, but he's allowed that, really, Anna thinks. They sink to the ground together, and Anna holds him, keeps holding him, keeps whispering soothing things as well as she can.

(It's been so, so long since she's done this. Does she even remember how?)

She presses a kiss to the edge of his hair without really thinking about it, and it's-- weird, to do it, when he's so big, and she can't kiss the top of his head so she kisses the side instead. Guilt and selfishness clench in her chest but she pushes them down because this isn't about her, right now.

"I love you," she whispers.

(The fact she hasn't said those words to her son in five years doesn't elude her.)