[The problem of asking your father to lean on you - to trust you - makes itself known by the manner in which Renior angles his head. He is almost gracing his shoulder, his expression twisted with consternation, a mixture of frustration and disappointment.]

It's easier for you to ask that, isn't it?

[He sounds tired. Because Verso keeps on asking him to share his burden.]

Easier for you to ask that I let you go than accept the fact I love you.

[Love is complicated.]