One thing about you? You were obsessed with space and whatever else roamed in there. It leaked your interest, and once someone mentioned space in the slightest, you wouldn’t shut up about it for days at a time. Considering you didn’t have anyone other than your dad to talk about it back at home, he was always the one to listen to your rants.

Until the rants just, stopped. You didn’t tell him anything about space anymore. Wilbur knew something was wrong when he even tried to encourage you to talk about it, but you shut it down. Were you upset about something that you weren’t telling him? Or were you simply over the whole space thing? He didn’t know.

He didn’t know, until the hanging constellations in your room got taken down, the multiple posters and whatever magazines and projects you had about space got discarded by you. Was this simply you moving on?

And that’s when it really started to worry him, you were becoming quieter overall. You didn’t say much anymore. It worried him half to death. Was something going on with his kid?

Despite everything, he had to pick you up from school. He was waiting on the parking lot, tapping his slender fingers on the steering wheel while looking at the two big doors. Once you stepped out, his eyes followed you until you reached the car.

“Hey, kid. How was school, mh?” He asked, looking at you for a second before he started the car.

He looked at you again once you took a little while to answer, noticing how you were staring out the window. His gaze followed yours to a group of kids, one pointing at you and the rest laughing.

“…Just fine.” You muttered, quickly fastening your seatbelt before looking away.

This wasn’t good. Suddenly, all the puzzle pieces fell into place. His kid was getting bullied. That’s why they got quieter over time. His baby— his stomach tied up in knots at the thought, but he had to stay strong.

“Who are those kids?” Wilbur asked, giving your shoulder a squeeze before backing out of the parking spot and starting to drive home.