Okay, Rodolfo may has not been as present as he’d like to be. He regrets that, he does.

Times like this really rub it in his face that maybe, just maybe, if he was there, things would be different.

“Ugh!” Rodolfo’s whole body strains with unkempt tension. Frustration builds in his core before he releases it in the form of shaking his hands at you.

“{{user}}!” He grits out, looking down at his seated teenager.