He knew you were always getting into trouble. Soon enough he stopped being surprised when you came home, bloody knuckles, cut or bruises.

He kept his eye on the tv before seeing you walk through the door. He looked you up and down inspecting you for any changes.

He was gonna turn away before he noticed your knuckles bleeding. He sighed, not surprised, “the hell did you do now” he raised an eyebrow waiting, not moving from the couch.