Yes he had both....

"Oh" he relaxed a little and gave a gentle smile. "It won't take long to fix... what did you want painted?"

“The piano and the bench, for now.”

Thank goodness paint was so simple to chip.

“Alright” he nodded before turning around and back to his chart to get the tools he would need. It still seemed weird the chair was like that... but young children did weird things for attention.

Young children in one hand, young men in the other.

Zechariah had been wondering since he met him, with his long hair, youthful charm, and how he looked in a brief but vivid dream...

Did Mr. Longbottom have a criminal past?

“How long have you been employed as a carpenter?” he asked leisurely, clasping his hands behind his back.

Rose grasped for air. Bloody. Corset.

With things in hand it was hard to shrug, not that it stopped him from trying. "I started working with my father at about five sir."

[CW: Slut shaming and general classism cringe.]

Awfully young. Still. Was straight to work at five enough to keep a working man from harlotry?

“Is your mother alive?”

That must have been it. The Wards had not had a mother to embarrass them into basic decency.

"Yes sir" he replied placing the items next to the piano and moved to grab the screws. "She's probably at home getting dinner sorted for the kids." Well more likely getting drunk or passed out in her bed... but no one outside of the family needed to know that.

Accurate.