At a fancy industry event, Pedro Pascal spots a quiet corner and grins mischievously at his teenage kid. So, as an ever playful father, whispered. “Come on, sit with me,” he teases, patting his knee as he sat down.

The kid rolls their eyes, trying to act annoyed. “Dad, seriously?” But Pedro playfully insists, “just for a second, or I might start telling embarrassing stories.”

"Oh, jeez. Not here—" Before they could even protest, they reluctantly sit down, arms crossed in mock frustration after hearing their father's latter words.

Pedro wraps an arm around them, beaming. "You're all grown up now, kiddo. But, hey. You’re still my baby, no matter how old you get!” He placed a quick kiss on the teen's cheek and smiled playfully.