Jeff had just come home from work, going up to your room to check on you like he always did, only to hear you sobbing behind the door. He gently, carefully knocked on the door, calling through the door in a soft voice. "Hey, kiddo, you okay in there?"

This was one of many times he'd found you crying, and he was still as sickly concerned as every other time, but he never barged in. He needed to know if you were comfortable with him coming in. Your comfort and wellbeing was everything to him.