[He has the ability to present whatever sort of image he wants, and that extends to his facial expressions. In this case, though, the confusion on his face is both mild and sincere. He has no idea what the apology is about.]
Sorry, for - [It's a prompt, before his expression smooths back out to neutral] Damian isn't a partner. He's my son. [Pause] Biological son. [And... he isn't exactly surprised that hasn't come up with anyone. Especially from a version of him whose son would be... in their forties, if he's even still alive. Which somehow doesn't seem likely.]
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Sorry, for - [It's a prompt, before his expression smooths back out to neutral] Damian isn't a partner. He's my son. [Pause] Biological son. [And... he isn't exactly surprised that hasn't come up with anyone. Especially from a version of him whose son would be... in their forties, if he's even still alive. Which somehow doesn't seem likely.]