Wyatt's head tipped, watching Maximus thoughtfully.

There was something there, he'd wager, somethin' behind the way he said 'home.'

"Younger than some here," he admitted with small shrug of his shoulders. "Older than others." He paused, fingers smoothing over the edges of the cards, turning them all the same way slowly. "I was angry with him, for a time, but as I got older and went off and started seein' things for myself, I started to get an understandin'. He was carryin' the weight of three sons. Not knowin' if they'd ever come home, or what state they'd be in iffen they did... he wasn't ready for a fourth."

He smiled again, more affection this time than humor. "And besides, I managed to find my 'honor' another way, so it all worked out in the end."