"Alright, what about this one?" He offers in a tired voice, sitting on the edge of the seat slouched as you try on multiple outfits for the upcoming prom.

He knew you were freaking out over it, he just didn't know why it was so important. His high school years were spent beating people up, not dancing. Whatever made you happy, though. That was his only concern.

"They all look great, honey..." Your father sighs, rubbing his temples to try and rid the exhaustion from his face.