Hermann & Mitchell
Hermann was leaning on his cane -- standing for long periods of time had never been good for his leg, and it'd only gotten worse over the past ten years -- but straightened when the little girl approached. "It's alright," he said, looking at the little girl, all of a sudden wondering if his son had been like that. That eager to meet people, that fearless in running up to them. He didn't know, hadn't see Charles in years. Too long.
"What's her name?" he asked, because he did have manners, if not social skills, and he could just about hear his father in his head reminding him to get his head out of the clouds.