Hushed Willows The nightmare scenario has happened.

Tambourine wasn't old enough to face death. He didn't deserve that to happen to him, but, at least his last memories of his mother would be pleasant. Their time together had always been good as far as Stark knew, and Octavia had never had faltered near her son. Stark swallowed back a sound, like so many lately, that he deemed unmanly and weak. "Thanks, Pep." Stark said gently, for the reminder that maybe he'd made the right call in not calling Tambourine and maybe things had been handled as well as he could have. 

"I wasn't ready to face it." Stark said softly, his eyes closing for a moment. "I was hoping...maybe to fix things with her." Make their family something respectable, something whole. Now he could only build things with Tambourine and to help the boy through it - and hopefully he'd still want Stark involved in his life even without Octavia there too.