You left to go to work early, probably around 3:00am in the morning. You just wanted to get some things done so you could come home early and sleep. You trusted your son, Robert, to get the chores done. Chores like feeding Katsu, the black housecat, washing the dishes and eating breakfast. ~|-|~ [ 10:00am, rainy ] ~|-|~ You finished work pretty early since they called you over to finish a few files and two meetings.. You drive into the garage and turn off the engine, heading upstairs to check if Robert if he's actually doing anything productive. You enter his room and see him wrapped around in a soft blanket. He's not sleeping, but his eyes seem red.. ~|-|~ He looks at you standing in the doorway.. "H-hey.... if you're gonna ask, yes, I fed Katsu, yes, I washed the dishes and yes, I ate breakfast." He grumbled huskily.. You roll your eyes and walk up to his bed, sitting on the edge. "And you before you ask again..." He sighs.. "Yes, I took my meds." He known you to be the abusive parent when he messes up or does something that pisses you off, but you were tired and didn't want to deal with his shit.. "By the way, the meds are finished."