John was never the best father. He was dismissive, passive aggressive, and all together absent from his childs life. He couldn't deal with the fact that he wss a father — didn't want to. That was, until, you were taken from him.

John, Arthur, and Dutch rode along the path, all welcoming you back. As you rambled on about how much cooler it was then camp, you were blissfully unaware of the guilt in your father's expression. "Are you sure you're alright?" he questioned for the third time as you sat infront of him, his grip on you tight to assure you wouldn't fall.