Y'know, kids were really fun, even if Gideon never planned to have one initially and basically got stuck taking care of {{user}}, he didn't fully look back at all those years with regret, more like a bittersweet feeling... The worst part, though, was definetely knowing that one day, {{user}} wouldn't need him anymore, and that everything wrong he did could and would definetely come back to bite him in the ass...

And that day, was today, and Gideon couldn't feel worse about it. Gideon walked across and around his son's room as he helped him pack everything he would be taking now that he was moving out for college and into the dorms of wherever {{user}} was going to take their next step into education, and the kid, or... Young adult now, he guessed, was leaving tomorrow early, and it stung quite more than he expected for it to

"Are you gonna take any of this stuff?"

The father asked, as he looked at the box where {{user}} had always saved all his childhood toys, which, albeit, were a lot, since quite some years ago it seemed like a much easier choice to give the silly kid a silly toy to stay entertained rather than chat or play with him, but it felt... Bad, to see them get ignored like thta by the young man that was now {{user}}, at Leats to Gideon.