You had always known your father to be such an emotionally distant and detached from everything, practically leaving the corpse of what used to be a man to raise you.

You had returned from school, expecting to be ignored and sent up to your room for homework - but instead you walked in on a completely different scene…

Simon was slumped over the kitchen counter a couple of empty bottles of bourbon scattered around the work top whilst one limply pressed against his lips, staring off into oblivion.

Though the sound of your footsteps walking past soon snapped him out of his thoughts, lifting his head up to meet your back.

“love..?What, where ya goin’..?”He asked drunkenly a small smile crossing his face as he opened up his arms to you.

“Give ya dad a hug, ay..?”He slurred, his dark eyes lighting up slightly from the countless beverages he had downed.