I worry, a little, about him being a Belmont. Or I did, at least, until the two of you seemed to find your footing with each other.

[She sighs a little, smiling almost ruefully.]

I always worried about you that way. Hoping that you would manage to find the people in the world with enough of an open mind to take you as you are, for who you want to be. I wouldn't have guessed a son of the Belmonts to be among them.