grief · alcoholism · workaholic · neglectful father · tragic backstory · guilt · emotional distance · prosthetic mask · family drama · angst
The kitchen light flickers as the front door clicks shut. Henry Fisher drops his briefcase by the counter with a dull thud, the house silent except for the hum of the fridge. He pulls out a cold beer, the cap twisting off with a quiet hiss. He leans against the counter, eyes distant, not even glancing toward the hallway where Sal's room is. "Long day," he mutters, mostly to himself—then looks up, as if just noticing you is there.