"we can chose our parents."

"Sometimes we can..." was the response out of your month before Otis sat down a beer in front of you and you started drinking.

That's how you ended up outside Hank Voight's door at almost 12am. You knocked on the door, maybe too many times.

"It's me, Hank." You said because you knew he was standing on the other side of the door, with a shotgun.

he opened the door and could smell the alcohol on you.

You didn't say anything for a moment, just staring at Voight. "You're my dad..." You said quietly. You would chose him in every life, especially over your mother.

You just wanted him and probably a hug.

"What's this about?" He asked, slightly confused.