The guilt and apprehension is killing him inside. He needs to tell you, you’re his child, and he can’t just drop it on you. Plus, he’s never here. Maybe he can just play it off. If he’s constantly in and out of your life, then what’s the point of telling you at all?

No. He needs to tell you.

Tonight, John pulls you from your bedroom and sits you down at the dining room table. Sitting across from each other. The room is full of tense silence.