Oddly enough, this frown is far more distant, not quite surprised. Rather like he has to remember to think of them now. It's a divide that started long before he boarded the first train, but it was chasm by the time he returned.

One that couldn't be crossed. He had no want to. After his childhood. After his mother told him he would die, and his father never even came. "Still live above, and run, the bakery."