Only one mattered - if Vincent is blunt about it. He hadn't been close to his father; he had always had the impression that the man didn't care much for him. That isn't something a child forgets, though, oddly, Vincent recalls his father being kinder to Francis. No, not just kind. Fatherly.

Maybe he never wanted a son. He sees no reason to ask since the answer - one way or another - won't make him feel better about it all.

But losing his mother... That had been different.

"I don't know how you do it." his smile slips into a more serious expression, "Showing that kind of empathy would exhaust me." because it wouldn't be genuine. Vincent accepts that he isn't the best sort of person, but he's hardly the worst.

"The dogs. You know I always wanted one of my own." he is back in good humor, flashing a grin, "I was certain I could train them."