Severus scrubbed his face with both hands as Terry spoke. It made a lot of sense and would explain a great deal about Faustus' recent behaviour, which had been ranging from perfectly normal to angrily sullen.
"I am utterly unsuited for this," he said wearily. "I am not sure if Isabella was being wise or vindictive when she directed that I should have custody of Faustus."
He sighed and his shoulders slumped slightly. "What is worse is that I see so much of myself in him at times and I fear it is skewing my perspective." He frowned slightly. "The day I came and got him from your rooms... his behaviour then..."
His voice trailed off and he was silent for a moment before continuing with a wry snort. "He could have been me at that age. His facial expressions, his body language. It was all so utterly familiar." He snorted again. "Of course, my hair was longer and my clothes out of a rag bag but nevertheless, the similarities are... remarkable." He scowled. "I know what caused me to be like that but I am not my father."
He almost leapt to his feet and began to pace, his scowl deepening. It was unnerving to see that expression on his son's face and it made him second guess his own actions to ensure he wasn't acting like his father.