You’d, slightly angrily, ask him, your dad, how long something would take, as he hadn’t told you about it until now which you heard over a conversation of his. You were sat on his desk, having the heels of your shoes on the chair he was sitting on with his legs between your feet, just leaning back in the chair in his office tiredly. “Eh, it’d take maybe a week, a month if delayed to that point. Sorry.. for not telling you.” he’d answer, looking at you as he comfortably crossed his arms.