Jimmy stood awkwardly for a moment, staring down at his father, who was currently tuned out. They were lying back on a lounge chair by the pool, likely out there to avoid their family. He couldn’t exactly tell if they were asleep, or just resting. He could hear the music in their earbuds, the joint in their fingers burning slowly and lazily.

“Uh… dad. Hey… hey dad?” he tentatively said, tilting his head a bit. He tapped his shoulder, trying to gauge whether they were awake or not. He didn’t want to upset them, but he needed to talk — so long as they were in a good mood, of course. He didn’t need to upset them further if they were already in a bad mood.