It was a mystery to you how your mother managed to get a date, especially John.

John didn't treat you like she did. He was nice, supportive, never spoke to you the way she did. He took you places, bought you things, treated you like you were his. Sometimes it was like he only dated her because of you.

And no better time was it shown than following a bad day with your mother. You were sat in your room when he came in, sitting down on your bed and sighing softly.

"You're alright, Kid."