[Hobbling over to him, scrambling up onto a chair to look at him, but keeping her distance just in case he was just as uppity about his hair as he was when she was a toddler.] Heh. I guess I did. . .? I dunno, the last foster family I was with had an older daughter who did my hair like this...
Oh. He's stunned. Standing, staring, at his daughter. What was his ex wifes name again – ? Unimportant. Clearing his throat, Warren coughs into his fist, ignoring the way his eyes seem to start glistening. " . . well. Nice to know my kid got MY good looks."