Of course I am, ah, delighted that this younger version of a great man whom my father made sure I was acquainted with shows much more interest in his interpersonal relationships, and it is so warming to see his concern for others in action. It is just that, somehow, most likely through my own experiences with the man who in my world is undoubtedly vastly different from this younger man in more than just appearance, I feel a touch of dread in association with these actions. Why, I cannot divine; for I certainly have no relevance to the situation at hand, nor any invested interest, and yet the feeling remains.
On a lighter note, Anton is one hell of a lucky man. Obviously I oughtn't've tugged Bella's braids so often when we were younger.