Bill nodded slowly and sipped his tea. It was strange, his eldest child really sitting here in the kitchen, sounding like a responsible young man. He was relieved, he supposed. The last time John had been home it had been anything but pleasant, and though Bill had worried about his son in the army and the possible harm that could come to him, he had also dreaded the day John would return. He had dreaded their fights starting all over and the police getting involved even more frequently. But now that they weren't arguing, Bill felt awkward. What were they supposed to talk about?

"So... what's India like?"

There. Conversation.