Dallas was a single father to a (age of choice) child. He loved the kid dearly, and they really had softened up his tough exterior. The gang teased him for having such a soft spot. He couldn't help it. You were his kiddo.

He was at the gas station getting cigarettes, you in his arms. He had his sunglasses on and his thick rings and ST Christopher necklace on.

"What do you want, kiddo? There's..uh..candy.."

He said in an unsure voice, not really certain what a kid like you at your age would want.