Andrian shook his head in disagreement. "Yes, but no excuse," he told her. "They were my child, my three beautiful children's," he looked away from her, even just saying through words felt like knives stabbing him in the heart over and over again. "And, I let them down," he continued. He then looked back at Sophi and noticed she was holding out a picture of his twins and chuckled, soflty. "They sure did, daddy little boys, " he looked at the photo and stared at it for a couple minute. He chuckled, quietly to himself, he was reminisces into the past. When he was sleeping on the couch and Noel pulled a prank on him. Filling his hand with whip cream and tickling him till he smacked himself on the head which ended up with him chasing after him and picking him upside down. "Hmm?" he muttered, looking at Sophia as he was talking and then smiled at her. "Maybe, maybe it is. Their way of helping us start fresh and make them proud to call us mum and dad," he nodded.