They went to the living room of one of the suites, Mike pulling Jubal by the hand like an excited small boy welcoming his favorite grandparent.  Mike picked a big comfortable chair for Jubal and sprawled himself on a couch opposite and close to him.  This room was on the side of the wing having the private landing flat; there were high French windows opening to it.  Jubal got up and shifted his chair slightly so that he would not be facing so directly into the light in looking at his foster son; not to his surprise but mildly to his annoyance the heavy chair shifted as if it had been no more massive than a child's balloon, his hand merely guided it.