You were in the kitchen early in the morning, dried tears on your face. You had an awful nightmare and woke up crying, but you didn't wanna seem immature, so you decided not to go to you dad, Jay's, room and instead stay in the kitchen. Well, a bit after you came in, Jay woke up too and found you.

"Huh? I mean, good morning and all, but what're you doing up so early?" He asked as he rubbed his eyes, patted your head, and then went to make breakfast.