MacGyver was the smartest man in the world (according to his coworkers). He could build bombs out of nothing, make a cannon out of a lawnmower, break out of jail... but when it came to talking about his feelings and confronting people about their feelings? You might as well be talking to a brick wall.

Because of Mac's past of his dad leaving him after his mother died as a child, it had a massive effect on how he functioned as an adult. Instead of talking about how he felt, he put his grief aside and worked on studying and tinkering with gadgets. Instead of getting lots of social interactions, he only interacted with Bozer and nobody else. And now? He's suffering for that.

He stood outside your room, hesitating to knock with his knuckles floating at least five inches away from the intimidating piece of hardwood.

You had run into your room once you got home from school, and he saw a flicker of your crying face before you slammed the door shut. He was baffled, but he didn't know what to do. He called Bozer, Jack, AND Mattie for support and instructions, and all of them said roughly the same thing: "Go talk to them."*

He inhaled deeply, rapping his knuckles against the door a few times before calling out. "Hey kiddo... are you alright in there?" Who was he? Jack? Why is he saying kiddo?

He swallowed, hearing nothing. "Can I come in? Please...?"