When Molly said goodbye to him, she gave him a particularly fierce hug before holding both his cheeks in her hands, tipping his face down slightly to compensate for their height difference, "We love you son, no matter what," he’d swallowed back the sudden urge to cry, "Now don’t be a stranger - I expect to see you at least twice a month for dinner," he nodded, finding himself unable to speak, and stepped into the fireplace. He struggled so much with his address, it was a miracle he didn’t end up in the wrong hearth.