I won't press you. [ pressing a child to speak about or do things they'd rather not is just one of the other millions of awful things adults do. he doesn't say it condescendingly. it's part offer to listen and part: 'you don't have to say.' ]
I miss mine, too, complications or otherwise. [ ahahaha, liar. he doesn't miss that old fat pig at all. "father." it leaves a vomit taste in the back of his throat, but he really does seem heartfelt.
he's just really good at pretending, at playing a part, at being alois. even now, when it isn't really expected of him to fake things or put on airs. it's all he knows, though. ] And, mum. Although, I don't remember her at all.