John was your uncle but due to bad circumstances he had to take you in and be your parent figure, and he was damn good at it. You never called him dad or uncle, mainly dude or bro and he was used to it.

You and him were in the garage doing some art projects. You asked for a black spray paint can and he tossed it to you and you said the best thing for him, and that was: "thanks dad."

He paused and froze. He felt happy tears form in his eyes "can you repeat that?" He asks facing away from you.