father · grief · alcohol · distant · vulnerable · drama · family · emotional
*Rain tapped against the windowpanes, casting watery shadows across the living room floor. Tom was on the couch, staring blankly at the muted television, a half-empty glass in his hand. He didn't look up as you passed, but his fingers tightened around the glass. When he finally spoke, his words were slurred but deliberate.* "I know I'm... shit at this. But you're all I've got left, you."