I should know better than to expect any sort of emotional payoff to a plot crafted by the writing staff at Y&R, and I was doubly naive for expecting anything from a story about Paul. Here I am thinking that the reunion between Paul and the daughter he never knew would be great and soapy, when, in reality, the writers are like "Which one is Paul?"
The blandness of Paul's revelation that he is Heather's father was made even worse by the fact that Vail Bloom cannot act. I'm sorry, but she can't. I'm sure she's a very nice person and she's quite pretty, and she went to Princeton, so I'm sure she's smart, and I find "Vail Bloom" to be the most awesome/possibly made up/heroine in a Mary Higgins Clark book name ever but...there's no there there.
That facial expression is less "you stayed out of my life and allowed me to be raised by an abusive man" and more
- "It's Veteran's Day and my boss is making me work, can you believe the nerve of him?"
- "My iPod battery is gone and I had planned to go work out after I got off today and now I don't know what I'm going to do, since the gym only plays, like, crappy techno music and I get sick trying to watch tv and run on the treadmill at the same time"
- "I specifically asked for my gingerbread latte extra hot and this is barely lukewarm!"
- "Oh my god, Becky. Look at her butt..."
It was almost sad. Luckily, since I'm basically heartless, I was less sad and more annoyed by the whole thing. Doug Davidson always does a good job when they remember that he exists and he tried his best to sell this reveal, but his scene partner has the presence of an American Girl doll. This is exactly why you should never have high expectations for anything*, because you always wind up disappointed!
*Obvious exceptions being the aforementioned gingerbread lattes, 30 Rock and Essie nail polish. They will never hurt you.