[He wonders, really, how that sort of meeting might've gone. When he was sixteen... why, that was an age ago. And he doesn't often like to linger on those memories, or how he used to be.]

Repression does often twist into anger, when left to simmer for too long. I'm not surprised to hear it.

[But she so obviously escaped those expectations of her. Thriving in science, to know success in a field that she must enjoy. It couldn't be all that bad.]

You assume that I would have given you reason to do more than slap me at sixteen.