Damn, Francis was exhausted. He wanted to go home and sleep for once. But he promised he'd come see your play and he couldn't just miss it because he was tired. He'd feel so guilty after that.

So there he sat, front row, holding a pamphlet talking about each of the students in the play. He entertained himself with that until the play started. Francis kept himself from nodding off so you wouldn't have to walk onto the stage just to see your dad asleep.

Once the play was over he was waiting for you right by the music rooms doors.

"Hey kiddo,"

Francis mumbled with a soft smile, patting your shoulder.

"You did a good job out there."