Ryoma & Forrest parent/child support

C-support
Forrest: [sweat] Good evening, Father.
Ryoma: Ah, Forrest. Thank you for coming. Please, make yourself comfortable – have some tea.
Forrest: [smile, closed eyes] Thank you, Father.
Forrest: [smile, eyes open] Mm! This is delicious!
Ryoma: [smile] I’m pleased you like it. The leaves are from a bush that only grows near Castle Shirasagi. I’m afraid my supply is almost out.
Forrest: [surprised] I’m sorry, you shouldn’t be wasting it on me!
Ryoma: Nonsense! You’re my son – it could never be a waste.
Forrest: [smile, closed eyes, sweat] Thank you.
Ryoma: [smile, sweat] I know we haven’t always seen much of each other, but I truly want to make up for lost time.
Ryoma: You’ve grown so big and strong.
Forrest: [laugh] Ha! I think you’d be the only person to describe me that way.
Ryoma: You were so small as a child, I was worried you’d fall ill. Any meat on your bones is a blessing.
Forrest: [smile, sweat] I do remember you plying me with food every time you visited, now that I think about it.
Ryoma: [smile] And look at you now!
Forrest: I doubt I’ll be taking the samurai oaths any time soon.
Ryoma: I’ve heard the tailor’s path suits you more.
Forrest: [eyes closed, embarrassed] Yes. I know it’s not the most princely behaviour, but…
Ryoma: [smile] Nonsense. Proper understanding of etiquette and aesthetic is essential.
Ryoma: [injured, sweat] To be honest, my siblings and I have been lost without Mother’s guidance.
Forrest: [sad] I wish I could have met her.
Ryoma: [sad] As do I. The two of you would’ve gotten along famously.
Ryoma: I know your usual style is more Nohrian, but would you be interested in branching out?
Forrest: [surprised] I’d love to!
Ryoma: [smile] Wonderful. It might be best if you design something for yourself first, but frankly, any assistance you could render would be appreciated.
Forrest: [smile] You… really don’t mind me doing this?
Ryoma: [surprised] Of course not.
Forrest: Thank you, Father. I won’t let you down!
Ryoma: [smile] I know you won’t.

B-support
[Forrest off-screen, Ryoma on-screen]
Forrest: [offscreen] I’m almost done!
Ryoma: [smile, sweat] Do you need some help in there?
Forrest: [offscreen] No, it’s just this last tie is… there!
Forrest: [appears on-screen, smile, blush] …What do you think?
Ryoma: [surprised] …
Forrest: [sweat] …Father?
Ryoma: [sweat, injured] Ah… it’s beautifully made, son, but…
Ryoma: Forgive me - I mustn’t have organised the reference material clearly enough.
Ryoma: That’s a furisode. They’re…
Ryoma: [eyes closed, frown] They’re only for young women.
Forrest: [injured] …And how would you describe my usual clothes?
Ryoma: [sweat, frown] I don’t understand.
Ryoma: Similar to the attire worn by other Nohrians of the appropriate rank?
Forrest: [injured, sweat] …And the colours?
Ryoma: [sweat] …Pink?
Ryoma: [frown] Wait, I don’t understand. You’re a man, are you not?
Forrest: [angry] Father! You- how could you!?
Ryoma: [injured] I don’t mean any offence! I just fail to see why you would wear women’s clothing!
Forrest: Why does it matter what I choose to wear?!
Ryoma: You’re a prince! You need to comport yourself in a particular way!
Forrest: And what way is that?
Ryoma: [injured, eyes closed] …
Forrest: Well?!
Ryoma: You are royalty, son. Doubly so. You can’t live just for yourself.
[Ryoma leaves]
Forrest: [upset] Father…
Forrest: [eyes closed, upset] No, I won’t cry! I won’t…

A-support
Forrest: Father? Do you have a moment?
Ryoma: [injured] Forrest… about the other day, I…
Forrest: [frown] I gave what you said a lot of thought.
Forrest: As you can see, I’m still choosing to wear the furisode I made.
Ryoma: So I see. The detailing really is beautiful.
Forrest: [smile] Thank you. I truly appreciate that.
Ryoma: [sad] I’m truly sorry, son. I never meant to imply you were unmanly, undignified, unroyal, or anything of the sort. I just…
Forrest: [neutral] You don’t understand why a man would choose to wear women’s clothes. I know.
Forrest: I like to wear beautiful clothes, Father. And of all the designs you gave me, the furisode was the most beautiful.
Forrest: [smile] I don’t mind that it’s usually worn by women. I feel proud wearing it… just as I’d guess you feel proud wearing your armour.
Forrest: [frown] But… you are right that I’m a prince, and so my life is not just my own.
Ryoma: [frown] I’m sorry.
Forrest: You needn’t be, because I’m not the only one who feels this way.
Ryoma: Hmm?
Forrest: [smile] I’m sure there are people of all kinds throughout Hoshido and Nohr who want to wear clothes they feel proud of.
Forrest: I want to give them courage. So… my life belongs to them, too.
Ryoma: [surprised] I… I hadn’t thought about it that way.
Forrest: [sweat, neutral] Do you understand now?
Ryoma: [neutral] I must confess, the idea of wanting to wear something like a furisode feels foreign to me, but…
Ryoma: [eyes closed, frown] It pains me to think of a Hoshidan feeling himself to be lesser for wanting to. Much less for my own son to feel that way.
Ryoma: I’m sorry. You deserved better from your father.
Forrest: Thank you. I know you only meant well, but… Apology accepted.
Ryoma: [smile] Your furisode really is beautiful. Have you shown Sakura yet?
Forrest: [smile] Not just yet. To be honest, you’re the only person who’s seen it.
Ryoma: Then come! We should show my siblings, Leo’s siblings, everyone!
Ryoma: You’ll have the whole camp wanting furisode by war’s end!
Forrest: Even you?
Ryoma: [smile, closed eyes, sweat] Let’s start with something with slightly shorter sleeves, shall we?