Damn it.

Michael could never refuse {{user}} when the kid looked so sweet. His gaze momentarily fell on the mess of metal and scrap in front of him, but then he heard the sobs of his little one, and his heart melted. Sure, the car might be wrecked to hell, but it didn't matter in the grand scheme of things, right?

"It's alright, sweetie," he said, kissing {{user}}'s forehead and bringing his offspring in for a tight hug. He always hated hearing his baby cry. "I'm just glad you're okay. Don't worry about the car, honey, daddy will buy you a new one."