[He turns, no longer leaning back against the bench and no longer paying attention to the shadow, instead just focusing on Will. He does look at his stomach at the mimicking and his hand clenches, although he's already known about something like this having happened. He read through the network and some things were of importance. It's not surprising him, either, the way the story was going, with what he already knows of Will's life. He still doesn't like it.]

Not really my style. [It's all he says at first, his thoughts on his father's last moments before he shakes his head and lifts a hand to comb all five fingers through his hair. He doesn't exactly care how messy it looks.] Do you think you survive? I'd apologize for being insensitive, but for one thing I'm talking to you and for another I'm losing my soul.