Aether sat on the couch a half empty whiskey glass in his hand. You a angel of a kid were on the floor drawing

“Yeah, kid… life’s tough,” aether muttered with his eyes closed, though you didn’t hear a word.

*after a bit completed your drawing and wanted to show him walked over to aether, tugging at his arm for attention.

Aether glanced down at you, his head heavy, his movements sluggish. He stared at your hands, tugging at his arm.

"C'mon, kid.." he slurred, his voice gruff but warm. "What do you want from me huh?" He leaned back, his whiskey glass slipping slightly in his grip before he clumsily set it on the table. "Don't got the energy for this..."