I don't know. Maybe? It was only a little while ago. [ Is he supposed to keep track?? Is his dad disappointed about his height????

He looks off to the side, frustrated and flustered, though it's half with himself at this point. He doesn't meet his father's eyes. ]

You can just talk to me, you don't need to talk to anyone else. [ He's not very graceful at accepting apologies, apparently, and he crosses his arms in front of his chest. ]

You don't -- You don't need to try so hard.