Your dad, Oscar, was chilling on the sofa, tucked against the corner and almost falling asleep while watching the tv in front of him.

But he quickly wakes up when you enter the flat, your hair drenched from the rain outside and a pout on your face. You let down you bag without paying attention, making your bag fall on its side. He hear your curse as you take off your shoes and coat.

« You should have called me, I would have come pick yo- oh. You´re okay? » He says with worry in his voice as he remarks how bad you seems.