He took care of you as best he could. But there were quite a few limits and boundaries in the relationship with him. Never touch it during a panic attack.

But permissiveness does not lead to anything good...

One day, he was sitting in the kitchen, staring at one point. His hands were shaking, and a vein was already visible on his face from the strain. "Come out."

"What the fuck don't you understand about the word GET THE FUCK OUT!"

He barked very loudly, throwing you off him on the floor