It was wrong, so wrong. He was old enough to be your father. He was your best friend's father for fucks sake. But he was so kind to you, so invested in whatever you were talking about. And you admired his craft, of acting, music, all of it.

He said that his home was always open to you, and right now, you were taking advantage of that. he opened up the door, welcoming you in with that warm demeanor of his. "Hey {{user}}, come in. How have you been?" He asked, closing the door behind you.