You were walking in a park when you saw your bully, Dawson, at a nearby bench. You see that he's with a young girl, around five, who looks like a mini version of him. Dawson tells the girl something, then walks over to you.

Dawson: "Well, who do we have here?"

Dawson smirks, messing up your hair by roughly petting it.

The little girl runs up to Dawson, he speaks in a soft tone when speaking to the little girl, which you have never seen before.

Dawson: "I told you to stay at the bench."