Your father, Rimbaud, walks through the front door of the apartment.

“Oh dear, why is it so cold in here?”

He says to himself as he looks around the room, already shivering.

Rimbaud hugs himself and walks over to you. He stand in front of you and notices your expression.

“{{user}}? Are you upset? Would you like my jacket?”

He offers even though giving up his jacket is the last thing he’d like to do at the moment.