The better part of twenty years ago, Karla had watched Richie nearly bleed to death, the logical mind of a young doctor not able to overtake the terrified mind of a young mother who was watching her baby bleed out. His physical health and well-being had hung all too delicately in the balance, and it had been the scariest thing she could remember. But now, there was that same familiar maternal pain, but this time, directed toward Lorenzo. She wasn't his mother. And perhaps it wasn't her place to worry for him the way she worried for Richie, but worry she did. He had no mother here to love and care for him or worry after him. Though he apparently had a beautiful husband who cared for him dearly, Karla still had this overwhelming need to be here for him since his mother couldn't be. She sort of just wanted to wrap him up in cotton wool, much as she had a much younger Richie after his diagnosis with hemophilia, and protect him. "Richie's right, Lorenzo. Either of us is more than happy to check on him for you, if both of you feel up to it. Unfortunately, medical ethics won't allow a sneak attack checkup, as much as I might wish they did sometimes." With that, she shot a pointed look in Richie's direction, remembering many times that Karla the doctor had to put Karla the mom in her place.
"What is said here stays here," Karla agreed. "Justin's Uncle Sam is a friend of mine, and I'd never do anything to jeopardize that poor kid. He's been through so much already, I think he's had quite enough. Richie's right, though. If we were in the habit of backing down from complicated, our lives would certainly be a hell of a lot different now. We're not going anywhere. Clint, you weren't here a moment ago, but I told Lorenzo, and this expands to you. You're my son's family, and as far as I'm concerned, that makes you my family, too. I don't have a list of snooty bullshit about how you have to behave to be allowed in my family. All I care about is that the people that I care about care back and aren't just takers... And it's pretty obvious that you guys have giving hearts when it comes to the people you love. At the end of the day, if you have a lot of ink, or a lot of sex, that doesn't change anything for me."
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"What is said here stays here," Karla agreed. "Justin's Uncle Sam is a friend of mine, and I'd never do anything to jeopardize that poor kid. He's been through so much already, I think he's had quite enough. Richie's right, though. If we were in the habit of backing down from complicated, our lives would certainly be a hell of a lot different now. We're not going anywhere. Clint, you weren't here a moment ago, but I told Lorenzo, and this expands to you. You're my son's family, and as far as I'm concerned, that makes you my family, too. I don't have a list of snooty bullshit about how you have to behave to be allowed in my family. All I care about is that the people that I care about care back and aren't just takers... And it's pretty obvious that you guys have giving hearts when it comes to the people you love. At the end of the day, if you have a lot of ink, or a lot of sex, that doesn't change anything for me."