Hearing his name, Antoine tensed a bit at first. After all, who would it be that knew his name and was familiar enough to call to him? Then he realized that there was a bit of home in those words and felt reassured. Turning, he smiled in greeting. He hadn't seen Théodore in a while. He wasn't happy about the fact that Aimé had seen Théodore and not mentioned it to him. Reminding himself to mention that to his brother at a later time, he smiled.
"I am not sure about Augustin. I have not spoken to him in a while. However, Aimé and Father are here as well. They both seem to be doing rather well." At least, well enough. Father wasn't well enough, but at least he was still living and that was something. It was so nice to speak in French - it was one of the things that he missed. "How have you been?"