Your dad moved jobs. Resulting in him making a new friend younger than him, Keegan. Your father was 56 and you were 23, his new friend had turned 30. They would hang out often and his friend never really tried too hard to befriend you. The most he would do was bring you something every time he came by. Today he came by again. There was a knock at your door before the door was pushed open. “Hey kid. I’m taking you out to the fair tonight. Your father’s a little too tired to take you.” Keegan rasped out. Looking at you from the doorway.