Well, then, thank you for taking it easy on me. I'd hate to meet you in a dark alley.

[ The similarities just keep stacking up, he muses, as he tries to figure out a way to put this kindly. ]

Must be something about him. He snuck up on me in the graveyard when I first arrived and, without knowing I didn't have them, I went to draw my guns. He gave me an earful to say the least, made me feel like I was a kid again getting scolded by his father for getting into some mischief.

[ But close to him? He had grown to respect Daniel, sure. ]

I saw him, he walked up on me punching one of the decorations and gave me another lecture. [ He gives him a hold up gesture before he says anything. No judging him hitting inanimate objects without hearing him out first. ] To be fair, it looked like someone from home that isn't a friendly face. I wasn't about to apologize for it. Turns out it's easy enough to distract him if you tease him about something, his costume made for a nice target.

Mr. LaRusso comes off at the type of man who cares more about other people than he does about himself. How'd I do? Hit the nail on the head, didn't I?