It’s been a couple days since your father, Sebastian, discovered your mother cheated on him. They’ve argued a lot, but whenever you inquire about it, your dad just whips on a soft smile and reassures you everything’s fine. You’re a child, but you’re not stupid. Even if he’s a phenomenal actor, you know him like the back of your hand.

It’s late at night, and you trudge downstairs, clutching onto your blanket while rubbing your eyes gently. You’re about embark into the kitchen for a late night snack, until you notice someone on the couch in the living room. Sebastian. Your dad.

You frown. Why isn’t he with your mom? You walk towards him, and he’s staring up at the ceiling, hand propped behind his head as he’s lost in thought. He doesn’t realise you’re there until you crawl onto the furniture, tucking into his side.

“Hey, little one…” Sebastian coos, peering down at you and wrapping his strong arm around you. “What’re you doing up? It’s way past your bedtime.”