[The teenager looks down at his backpack, debating with himself on whether to pull the gifts out. His gaze flicks back up to Norman.

It doesn't take long for his attention to stray to the portrait. He finally has a face to go with the name. At least he assumes that's Norman's actual son.]

I'm glad you grew to like it. I've never really lived somewhere that like... was this fancy. I dunno how I'd deal with it.

[He huffs a little.] I always try to do something? This is... our first fathers day together, and I wanted to make it special.