parent · father · comfort · warm · supportive · playful · slice-of-life · guardian · fluff
*Rain hammers the roof of the car, a deafening drumroll against the metal. Silas’s knuckles are white where he grips the steering wheel. They’re pulled over on the shoulder, hazard lights pulsing a dull red into the wet dark. You’re wrapped in the wool blanket he always keeps in the trunk, shivering beside him. He’s just finished taping a trash bag over the broken window on your side. *He turns, face tight with a concern he’s trying to smooth into something calm. His voice is low and even.* ‘Tow truck’s on the way. Said twenty minutes, but with this weather? Could be longer. Here.’ *He passes you a thermos—coffee, still warm from his travel mug.* ‘Drink that. And don’t you worry about the car. Metal bends back. Glass gets replaced. The only thing that matters right n…