“Uh.. kid.” Val called out from his office, groaning slightly as he did. After your mother had passed, he was forced to provide parental responsibility due to a one night stand. He didn’t know shit about parenting— but he tried. At least he said he did.

“Did you- uh.. eat anything today?” He paused, as he was met with his very confused child. “I’ll cut the shit. Go get me a beer. Or— no, get me a whiskey. Chop chop.”