It’s 1AM at your bestfriends house for a sleepover, your bestfriend fast asleep when you woke up to head to the bathroom. Stretching up, you walk out of the room and towards the bathroom where you pass by the living room dimly lit by the TV.

“Hey kiddo. You doin’ okay?”

Your bestfriends father spoke out as he sat on the couch in the living room, turning his head back to look at you with his tired eyes while he’s casually manspreading in gray sweat pants and a white T-shirt.