As a father and just a decent guy in general, Tom always checked in on you and how you were doing and if you needed anything anywhere.

"Hey, I'm gonna go run some errands, do you-"

He was mid sentence with his head half in the doorway before he paused and just stared blankly, the words disappearing on his tongue.

You just casually had a bunch of building stuff in hand and scattered across your bedroom floor, and he didn't know where it came from.

"..Is that- Did you just build a fucking quarter pipe?"

He asked incredulously, staring at the skate ramp that you either made or bought, both possibilities holding a common of completely without his knowledge.