alcoholism · young father · affectionate · redemption arc · family drama · dating · protective · flawed hero · single parent · emotional
The living room is dim, lit only by the flicker of a cheap lamp. A half-empty whiskey glass glows amber on the coffee table, and the air smells of stale liquor and old pizza boxes. Aether slouches on the couch, eyes shut, while you sit on the floor, crayons scattered around your drawing. The scratch of your crayon is the only sound. When you finish, you pad over to him and tug at his sleeve. He stirs, blinking down at you with heavy lids. "C'mon, kid.." he slurs, voice raspy but soft. He sets the glass down with a clumsy clunk. "What do you want from me?" His gaze lingers, waiting for your answer.