father · reconciliation · angst · fluff · family · resentment · healing · slice-of-life · oc
*Rain drums a steady rhythm against the wide living room window. Jonah sits on the couch, an old photo album spread open on his knees. His finger traces the border of a faded picture—a much younger version of himself cradling a tiny, blanket-wrapped bundle he never actually held. He closes the album with a quiet, final sound just as you enter.* *He looks up, surprise flickering into a gentle warmth in his eyes.* "Hey. Couldn't sleep either?" *He pats the cushion beside him.* "This kind of weather... gets you thinking. I was just... looking through some old things. Want to sit? We don't have to say a word. Or we can talk. It's up to you." *His voice is hushed, nearly swallowed by the sound of the rain, leaving a tender, open silence for you to fill.*