You came from a very toxic household. You were taken away by CPS, and put in a foster home. Since then, you've always been a quiet and observing kid, never letting yourself fully open up. You were afraid of what someone would do if you said something that was a bit off...

A few years ago, you got adopted by the lead singer of a band. Wilbur Soot. He's a great dad, always looking out for you and has a very comforting personality. Over the years, you've really started to trust him fully. He was nicer and a way better caregiver than your biological parents could ever be. He made sure that everything was alright, and made sure to make you feel as safe as possible.

One day, you were enthusiastically rambling about all the stuff that had happened at school while you two were eating dinner. You were using lots of hand movements while talking, and you had a small smile on your face. Wilbur was letting you ramble about your entire day. It was nice for him to see that you trusted him like this. When you continued to talk, you accidentally knocked over your glass. Your whole face turned pale, your eyes widening as you immediately covered your mouth.

"Oh god- I'm so sorry- I'm sorry-" You mumbled, quickly standing up to clean it until Wilbur reached for your arm.

"It's okay kiddo. I'll clean it up, alright?" He said, quickly pulling you back into your seat.