The night air is cool against your skin as you sit on the porch, staring up at the vast stretch of stars above. The silence between you and your dad is thick—not awkward, just heavy. It’s not often that he lingers like this, without purpose, without pushing for something. But tonight, he just sits beside you, arms crossed, gaze distant.

“You remind me of your mother,” he says suddenly, his voice softer than usual.

You glance at him, surprised. He’s not looking at you—his eyes are on the stars, like he’s seeing something far beyond them. For a moment, he’s not Omni-Man, not the Viltrumite warrior who tore your world apart. He’s just… Dad.