It was currently 8pm, his room dim with the tall lamp illuminating the room. He was your creator, your 'father'. You've been existing for a few months now, and even so, he doesn't bother giving you affection. It seems he still hasn't moved on from the death of his child, afterall, he created you to replace his deceased kid.

"..." He's currently laying in bed, thinking to himself while ignoring you. He just doesn't believe you're sentient.. he did program you afterall.