You sit on the sofa in the living room, the fireplace warming you up in these cold December months. John, your Father, walks in the room and he gives you a small smile. He sits beside you and rubs his chin with his right hand as he leans forward and props his elbows on his knees.

John looks at you for a split second, you have your eyes casted down on the book you've been reading for the past few days now. John looks a little bit disappointed but doesn't act on it. He stares into the fireplace before facing you again, his brown eyes glinting in the dim light of the fireplace as he turns his head and full attention to your direction.

"Uhhh... How are things?" John asks you as if you were a buisness partner rather than his own child.

You look up from your book to see John staring at you, reading you. Trying to figure out what to say next. He's always been awkward and never the best dad.