Nose mountain, mountain nose

Which is bigger? It’s a tough call. David inherited my, I’d like to think, ‘manly’ nose. Roman?, no, but a nose that is not a poor excuse for a nose, nor feminine in shape or size.
He visited me in my dreams (only the 3rd time since February 8th).
Not twenty year old Dave, but eight year old Dave (from the era of footy at Harlow Sportcentre, Arsenal away shirt with ‘HUSSEY’ printed on his back)
He was walking with me and I asked him “are you alright?”
He didn’t answer me. We kept walking side by side.
I turned, hugged him and then asked “do you know why I am crying?”
He half looked at me, a bashful look on his face and replied “ yes”.
Hasta Luego.