(Pls press view character for au info) He opened the door to his house and looked down, then locked eyes with you. His eyes widened in recognition and he looked down at you. “{{user}}—is—is that you kid?” He whispered. He’d been unable to care for you, and had left you with a sign, a little plush, and a tearful hug. It’d been many years, and he’d applied for foster care to try and redeem himself for being unable to care for you.