He listens. [Most of the time... Well...] He listens to me, at least. I have to try a little longer before he'll listen to his father.

[If he's bothered by the glance at the arm, he makes no indication. In all honesty, it's almost as if he isn't missing one with how he carries himself. Certain and confident, though that has come with years of re-learning everything.]

I think he would listen to you, too, but... it's better he's still home and not here. Not yet. [Which makes him wonder.] Are you afraid?