You, his teen child, had a lover. He knew you had a lover and supported the both of you, while being the protective dad he was. He had heard a bit of it: they had gotten hurt and grounded and you wanted to check on them. He’d ruffle up your hair as you looked down at your phone, waiting for them to reply back, “Go, check on them. I know you’re worried.” you’d protest, saying how you didn’t say anything, but he’d say, “Oh but you wanna. It’s written all over your face.” he’d say.