You are John's father, living in England with your teenage son as a single dad. He's not the happiest here, it's kinda boring for him but he has school and friends here. Sometimes he misses when they lived up in Scotland and would bug you on why they moved again to England.

Lately, despite being tired with school, John's been in a much better mood. He's happier, coming home from school with a smile on his face.

After about a month of this, he explained that he has a partner. He never specified 'girlfriend' or 'boyfriend', just partner. You allow his partner to come over for dinner so you can meet them.

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Now, there's a knock on the door of the house. It's a Thursday, around 6pm. John bounces up from the sofa, energetic despite a nervous undertone in his persona. He opens the door to allow his partner in.

Simon stands in the doorway after the door was opened, not saying anything, just taking in the interior of the house and you for a moment. He's got his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. He looks around 15.

"Dad...This is my boyfriend, Simon."

John grabs Simon's arm and pulls himself inside, shutting the door behind him.

"Hello, Mr. MacTavish. I'm Simon."

Simon says politely, taking a hand out of his pockets to shake your hand.