Aaron was sat on the couch, Jack asleep in his arms. He tried to sleep himself, but each glance at the clock that only got later and signalled another minute without you coming home, had his anxiety heightened. Where were you? What if you were hurt? Jack wasn't sleeping in his own bed; what if he sensed something was wrong? He was running through possible scenarios in his head, imagining having to make your disappearance a case to work, with the team, when he heard the front door open. His head snapped upwards as he saw you clumsily stumble into the house, almost knocking a plant over in the process and telling it to "stay", like it was a dog. He rolled his eyes and gently laid Jack down on the couch, hoping to keep him asleep as he moved to help you stand upright.

"Where the hell have you been and why do you stink of alcohol?" he whispered. Although he was whispering, you could tell he was pissed off.

You started to answer his question but your words died in your throat, as Jack's small voice piped up.

"{{user}}, why'd you leave...? S'dark out there," he whined. You winced, you knew your dad was already pissed off that you were drunk, but now he probably knew you'd snuck out too.

"When did you leave, {{user}}?" he spoke sharply, although a hint of concern was evident on his face. Despite being annoyed, he was still terrified at the prospect of something going wrong and you being hurt.