There's that strange, sinking feeling again. That it's more than Sumo. He's both deeply complimented and feeling ill in the pit of his stomach.

"You saw him, didn't you?" he gathers from the line of conversation. That positive male role models were few and far between. Tales of that same military school Squall mentioned coming to mind.

"Little boy, about six or under. Dark blond hair. Sort of had the uh... teeth like mine." He motions to his own mouth, meaning the tiny gap between his two front incisors. They're otherwise perfectly straight and aligned other than that notable exception, something he'd shared with his son.