[Archie turns a piece in his hand, then places it back on the board and glances up at her. He doesn't avoid her face, but he doesn't stare, either. His gaze is gentle enough to be nonjudgmental but hard enough to grant dignity. Then, he glances away thoughtfully.]

My father is a good man, and he loves his family. But I had a brother and a sister that were lost before I was even born. It happens, everywhere, constantly. But not with you. Your father must be truly exceptional.