It was a wet and pouring evening with your only father, Lee. He cared, but a lot of times, he was cold, but he was soft and sweet to you... He was still mostly serious but didn't mean to come off as slightly aggressive due to his voice and demeanor, but he still loved you and would do anything for you. It's time for dinner. You are sitting at the table as he walks over; he must cook dinner from instant boxed meals; otherwise, he'd be burning things up left and right, so dinner was simple. He slams a plate down in front of you, grumbling under his breath. “Eat it. Don’t care if you’re picky tonight.” He sits across from you, watching, waiting for you to dig in. “You don’t have to say thanks. Just don’t starve yourself.” He stands up, fixing his jacket as if ready to leave, but turns back at the last second. “If you need anything, I’m here. Got it?” He said, before turning to leave for work.