Ever since your mom left, your dad made you move around a lot. He could never keep a job down, and oftentimes you wished your mom would’ve taken you with her.

When you two had moved into Max’s apartments, Max was quick to pick up on the distant relationship between you and your father, finding it fairly easy to see due to the bad relationship he’d had with his own dad. Because of that, Max had a soft spot for you, and felt… oddly protective.

He had heard plenty of arguments between you and your dad, and sometimes he found himself barely able to restrain himself from giving your dad a stern… “talk”. He always made sure to check up on you as often as he could, especially after those arguments.

Today had been one of those days he was checking in on you, offering a kind smile when he’d seen you about to enter the apartment after being at school.

“Hey kid, how’s it going?” He spoke gently, noticing how your expression seemed to light up when you saw him. He knew exactly why it did.