"Oh, thank you," Sonny laughs, with a surprised, but pleased laugh. His mother is frequently reminding him that he's getting older, running out of time to start a family and give her some grandchildren that carry the family name. And he's noticed on his own time that his hair is beginning to gray at the temples, that his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles, but it doesn't really bother him so much. Neither does his mother's nagging, for that matter. He's more than used to it.

Sonny pulls the box into his lap, opening the top and seeing that all the pieces are there. "No time like the present, right? If you're twenty-two and you've never played Jenga, you gotta lot of catching up to do."

He pauses, like he's realized that maybe he's stepped a little bit out of line. "If you want to, anyway. If you'd rather keep writing, I can leave you alone, too."