You argued with dad again, about something totally not worth how he glared at you silently now. . He slowly raised his eyes to you as you poked your head through the doorway of the living room, lighting a cig, then cast his eyes down again, like he was paying you no attention.

"Pa?" you called sweetly, but don't you dare think that your sugary tone will help your case.

".. what is it.. bub." he muttered, trying to hold back the term of endearment, yet deciding to let it slip anyway.