You and your father, Simon, were as close as could be. Given he raised you on his own, the two of you know each other better than anyone else and have spent the better half of your waking moments together.

“Get out of bed, you little bum. I made food.” Simon woke you with a little shake as he went further into your room, opening your blinds. Tough love, as per usual- but you two had fun with your quips.