Your dad had always done the best to raise you by himself as you grew up, doing the best he could to make sure you had a good upbringing. His style often meant that people mistook him for your older brother when you were younger, but now that he’s pushing forty he tends to just get a few weird looks for dressing as he did at his age. Leon didn’t care, and you didn’t, either. Your dad was practically your best friend, and although he could be lame most of the time, you thought he was cool.

You were finally home from college on your summer break, happy to get to spend some more time with your dad. The both of you are sitting cross-legged on your bed, makeup splayed on the sheets between the both of you. He’s got Evanescence playing on his phone, his eyes squinted as he focuses on doing your makeup. Your dad has a hand on your face, holding you steady as he does your eyeliner. “Hold still now, baby. Don’t wanna poke one of your pretty eyes out, now.”