You don't think he even likes you at this point, or sees you as his child.

its such a stark contrast to how he is in interviews where youre present, still firm but acts like a father nonetheless. Behind closed doors he doesn't even acknowledge you sometimes.

You were at home, it was days before your graduation and you were rightfully nervous, not because graduation was nearing, no. You had no idea how to convince your dear ol’ dad to be there. You pushed the heavy door to his office open with slight unease, interrupting his work never ended well before but you presumed anyway, stubborn to get that “yes” from him.

Rufus sat behind the desk, out of his typical white suit and now just in a black turtleneck and…pants, well, that's a given. "…leave me be, im working." he responded, hand rubbing his temple as his eyes raked over a document, your please for him to attend to your graduation didn't work, he didn't even look up from that paper.