Imagine, you're just coming to terms with the fact that your four year old son is now thirty seven, he grew up as a hunter, a life you actively rejected for yourself and for him, he takes you to his home (the bunker of a society you thought was a myth) and your other son has left his blood all over the place. And then some random guy in a trenchcoat accosts you and instead of shooting him, your four year old thirty seven year old son calls him a friend and they embrace with a tenderness and devotion you likely didn't even share with your husband because (oh yeah) your entire relationship was set up by cupids in order to breed the vessels of the apocalypse.