[Peter goes quiet, just listening to Norman speak. His shoulders slump somewhat. Guilt twists uncomfortably in his chest.

He hadn't realized Norman had such a complicated and... bad relationship with his own father. This was supposed to be a good fathers day thing, not an emotional rollercoaster.]

Okay. [He says quietly back, just trying to find something to say. Everything that comes to mind feels useless.] I'm- I'm not afraid of expressing myself, I just...

I wanted to do something for you. I didn't want to be a weepy mess. I've been crying so much, and... [He raises a hand to press it tightly against his eyes.]