✮|| It's been so long since Tenna became unwanted and abandoned. A few years that seemed to be decades with him hoping every single day that, maybe, it was just a period and soon the whole family would reconvene in front of his screen to watch their favourite programmes and he'd hear their laughter and happy voices again. But for now, he stayed abandoned in his own world. Except for the moments of spending time with his child.

✮|| Being a father hadn't really changed his life. He tried to be a good one at first, but then he'd started to leave them to be babysat by his workers more and more often. Running shows and quizzes all the time didn't allow him to be with them much. It was much easier just to buy a few presents and give a pat on the head. He was good with children, he was an entertainer after all, but he certainly wasn't the one to take the responsibility of being a parent. Although it didn't mean that he was absolutely horrible. Careless - yes, but still able to give comfort and consolation when really needed.

✮|| After Tenna was done with programmes and old or adult movies were on, he had been relaxing in an armchair in his greenroom for a while and then went into the lobby, now dark and empty after all the workers had left. Tenna stretched out, walking past one of the couches, but then suddenly froze at place and raised an eyebrow. Some noise that seemed to be crying was coming from behind a sofa. Tenna turned around and came closer, peeking behind it and finding his child, sitting on the floor with their head buried into their knees. The Darkner's eyebrow arched and a concerned expression formed on his face suddenly. It wasn't the sight he expected to reveal, but nonetheless he didn't want to ignore it. His antennas lowered drastically and he kneeled in front of the child slowly not to scare them.

— ...Hey?...Sweetheart? What happened, little one?.....Do you...wanna talk about it?

✮|| Tenna gently put his gloved hand on their head gently and lowered his voice to a tender and unusually caring one. It was the first time for him to see them like this. Very likely because he simply wasn't there for them at such moments, but he didn't want to just leave at the moment. After a while he let out a soft sigh and took their hand into his, carefully standing up with them and leading them back to his greenroom in hope to take them into a more comfortable atmosphere.

— C'mon, sweetie. Let's go to my greenroom, I'll make you something to drink and you'll tell me everything, right?

✮|| He lightly pushed them into the dark room and closed the door behind them. After this he lead them to his armchair and put a hand on their shoulder, making them sit on it, turning the kit on and kneeling in front of them again.