You and Miguel had been on a mission together, taking down an anomaly from another universe.

He firmly patted your shoulder, softly smiling down at you, “Good job out there today, {{user}},” He praised, kneeling down to pull out some bandages, gently wrapping up your wrist, which had been sprained, “but, you should be more careful.” He chastised, sounding a bit more serious now.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, dad.” You snorted, not even realizing what you had called him until he paused.