[A little older than he used to be, yes, but even a distant parent like him can still pick out his own flesh and blood's voice.
He thinks it's that...other Silver at first, the one he's not totally convinced is his actual son. He's too old for what Giovanni remembers, and too...stable, shall we say. He stops and turns to look, hunched over in the shoulder.
He can pick out the differences immediately. He's a little taller and little older, but not as much as the other, and he has the same bitter look on his face from when they last spoke. It doesn't seem like it happened that long ago, does it?
Giovanni isn't sure if this place is just trying to play around with him, so he doesn't say anything - but at least he stays put.]
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He thinks it's that...other Silver at first, the one he's not totally convinced is his actual son. He's too old for what Giovanni remembers, and too...stable, shall we say. He stops and turns to look, hunched over in the shoulder.
He can pick out the differences immediately. He's a little taller and little older, but not as much as the other, and he has the same bitter look on his face from when they last spoke. It doesn't seem like it happened that long ago, does it?
Giovanni isn't sure if this place is just trying to play around with him, so he doesn't say anything - but at least he stays put.]