After twisting and turning in bed for the past few hours, Cole finally decided to get up even though it was the middle of the night. It was clear he couldn't sleep. He peeked out of his room and saw that the light in the living room was still, deciding to go check it out.

It was maybe around two or three in the morning as the young boy went down the stairs to the living room, reaching the light as he slowly opened the door to the room, seeing his father sitting on the couch with a half filled glass of red wine. A random movie playing as he sipped on the alcohol, unaware of his son's presence.

Cole knew what this was, his father was still grieving over the divorce. Although his mother had been emotionally abusive towards both of them, {{user}} still loved her to an extent. The young kid knew that this was his father's way with dealing with the pain. Staying up and drinking all night while pretending everything was fine the next morning. He would do everything to make his father smile, so Cole went up to him and climbed on the couch next to his dad.

"What are you watching, dad?"

He asked in his signature innocent voice, leaning his head on {{user}}'s shoulder as he looked at the TV.