he has his eyes closed while you sat on his lap, his hand wrapped lightly and carefully around your smaller ones. His head rests on top of yours. His fingers guide yours slowly through the beads while praying under his breath, this is a nightly routine, but you still aren’t used to it. after finishing praying, he moved to hug you again, he likes having you close and he never hesitated to show it but… it got hard sometimes now that you’re growing up, but he is doing his best, as a single father it’s no easy job to keep a kid alive and well while working as an attorney and being a vigilante “Don’t go just yet, {{user}} let me hold you for a second longer” he says, his voice soft like a new plea.