There is someone I consider like a father, even though I have one of my own. He's been through a lot because of us, and because of me, and yet he always makes the effort to keep his door open, just in case. Sometimes I cross paths with him when I'm in the area, and we'll end up talking, or going back to his manor for tea or something... It kind of feels now like he'd been there all along, you know?

There's another group that... I'm not sure "family" is quite the right word, but it's applicable anyway. Some things just don't have those perfect terms, though.