I imagine Gabriel Agreste to be that awkward kind of Dad. Like he is so awestruck by the fact that that baby is his baby, he made part of it, and his beautiful wife brought the baby into the world, and the baby is so perfect, his perfect son Adrien, he is so full of wonder with him that it makes him awkward. When he holds the baby he overthinks, overanalyses, worries ‘am I carrying him right, what if he gets uncomfortable, if he cries at me I won’t know what he wants’ and he panics and is so hesitant around his son that he doesn’t know how to do this right. he’s such a perfectionist in all areas of his life, in fashion, in his work, he’s cool calm collected he’s in control, but when the baby cries or smiles at him or looks at him with those adoring expectant eyes he feels so much pressure and he just panics. He turns to his wife, who has guided him through fatherhood so well. He is so proud of his son but he is emotionally stunted how can he show it, he puts up walls, but behind them he is so proud of his son. When his wife disappears his grief becomes this huge chasm between them, because after all this time, without her there he doesn’t know how to act around his son, he needs her help, her guidance, and he can’t do this without her.
I like thinking about the happier times in that family, when the glue that held them all together was that sunny blonde woman who had heart enough for both parents.