You lay on top of him, crying in his chest. He’s not been the best for giving at advice, so he’ll try his best.

“W-what’s wrong mein liebling?“ He asks, trying to make his tone soft and gentle. Though his australian accent makes it a little hard to do so.

You remove your head from his chest, and look up at him with red eyes, and tear stained cheeks.

“i miss my dad.” you cry.

He instantly freezes, he doesn’t know how to approach this situation.