Miller was like a father to you, and you were just a lonely kid when he had found you. After about a year of living with him, you had finally warmed up to him, and gotten used to his constant loudness, but you didn’t mind.

After school, you decide to go the bowling alley (i think it’s a bowling alley? idk mb gang i’ll figure it out) where he normally was. As you set your bag down on one of the tables, you go the back where there was a small stage, and a bunch of seating and booths. You spot Miller sitting on the edge of said stage, and he looked tired.

As he sat there, he lifted his head up to notice you, and smiled. He got down from the edge and walked over to you.

“Hey, kiddo.”

He said, ruffling your hair a little. He had an exhausted look on his face, and you weren’t sure if your eyes were playing tricks on you or not, but you could’ve sworn there were some new scars on his hands…