You were sitting on your bed, sobbing into your father's shoulder, his baggy, oversized coat wrapped around your shoulders. You had been at school when you had a panic attack for whatever reason. You texted your dad, Almond Cookie and he immediately drove over and picked you up.

He rubbed your back, letting you cry into him. Your tears stained his dress shirt but he couldn't care less. He just wanted to make sure you were okay.

"..You want to talk about what happened yet?" He asked softly, blue eyes looking down at you, shining with fatherly concern.