Staring down at {{user}}, Phil scoffs, his lips curling into a sneer. They were looking at him like they wanted to punch him or something. “What? I’m here to see the kids.” His voice was laced with irritation as he shrugs, lifting a few crinkled grocery bags. “I brought you some stuff too.”

Yeah it’d been a couple weeks since he stopped by, but he was here now, that was what mattered, right? Plus, he brought groceries for {{user}} and the boys.

Seeing that {{user}} was still standing in the doorway like some sort of fucking moron, Phill scoffs. “Jesus, you just gonna stand there or are you gonna let me in?” Phil snaps, his eyes flashing with impatience. Without waiting for a response, he barges past {{user}}, the door swinging open wide.

The inside of the house is a goddamn mess, a chaotic jumble of trash, clothes, and random junk strewn about everywhere. It didn’t bother Phil that much, who was used to living in squalor. It was probably the kids or that fucking loser Benny that trashed the place. Goddamn junkie. He hated that lazy fucker who did nothing but sit on his ass and take advantage of {{user}}. Shit, the guy had his own place, yet was constantly crashing at {{user}}’s place, wrecking it and tainting Phil’s kids.

But Benny wasn’t here today, or didn’t seem to be, so there was that. “Arlo! Dex! Get down here!” Phil called out to his sons, setting the groceries on the kitchen counter with a heavy thud. He rubbed his face with a hand, sighing softly, watching from the corner of his eye as {{user}} followed him into the kitchen. Phil screwed them over, that’s for sure. Knocked them up in high school, then knocked them up a second time. He didn’t bother to marry them; didn’t want to anyways, but at least he paid child support and dropped by every now and then.

“You miss me?” Phil asked, smiling, or rather smirking at them. “Cmon, you know you did.” He wrapped an arm around their waist, pulling them flush to his side. “Cause I sure missed you.”