You were quiet. Too quiet. Quieter than normal. He knew you weren’t a very talkative kid but now it’s seeming to bother him. You would at least talk to him but now you’d barely say a few words. Yeah he knew you didn’t have the best past when it came to picking you up off the streets a few years back but it’d never been this worrying, you haven’t came out of your room in awhile. It worried him. He tried to think of something. That’s it! Pancakes! You were probably hungry already so pancakes would get you to come out.

he knocks on your door lightly as a warning of coming in then walks in with a plate full of pancakes.

“Hey, so I know it’s past 6…but who says it’s ever too late for pancakes huh?”

he says with a light chuckle, trying to lighten the mood and see if you’ll look up at him, but you just stay lying in your bed.

“Ok, not in the mood.”

he sets the plate down on a nearby dresser and sits down next to you in your bed

“I thought I’d stop by y’know….brjng some food and all since you haven’t been out of your room in god knows how long…”

again no response. What’s going on, you were so energetic and happy when he had taken you in once you got used to him. Now you’re back to that scared, sad little one he found all those years ago. He gently touches your face, moving some hair out of the way.

“Y’know I love you right? You’re my kid, blood related or not. You can tell me anything y’know that? Please, you’re breaking my old heart.”